A thrashing child
never calmed
casting shadows over its enemies
suffocating the light
even on the calmest days
leading even the strongest men astray
fleeting tears of past summers
quench the beast and it's thirst
a siren's call
she attacks with fury
The silence is shattered
by her screams
her depths filled
with dying dreams
those she watches
now must wait
to see their imminent fate
Consuming the beauty of the earth
with jaws and eyes so fierce
clinging to the last breath of air
falling to the surface,
shrouding the magical glitter
with a cloak of dark abyss
Running with the changing wind
chasing clouds on silver wings
glorifying the violent past
filling her head with reason
charming them with flames
calming them with shaking
she brushes the squirming hair
fading shivers, eluding her presence
swiftly she strikes
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