With ears deafened by words of hurt and deceit
And in tongues tied by webs of lies and cheats
Dije has come to understand the language of nightmares
Her penance clothing her in a cloak of fears
So now when her feet leave their initials on the earth
Etching their journey through a wretched path
Her soles tire and grow torn from walking
Just as her soul has grown worn from feeling
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Words of Swords
Historical FictionThe rain had felled its final drops Pulling the last of its liquid ropes Up the savannah and eloping away with the season Till it's next visit it crowns this kingdom barren Then a much awaited lover comes knocking at the sky's door And the land of I...
