• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 08
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quiet rose the dawn shedding a perfect tear
silent breezes seethed tempest brewing fear
within a seed of doubting grew anew
the soured bile of mistrust did accrue

at first it was a simple matter to ignore
but soon enough the tenterhooks of blackness gnawed
at the last vestige of hopeful longing left
behind the wake of desolation an empty nest

virtuous desire better intentions promises shatter
tendril shoots shrivel beating heart tattered