Daughter of Destruction
The tearing down of one,
through the destruction of a daughter,
the heckling of the sun,
and the savvy way of water
If fatal blows were given such,
as your hate does turn,
or vicious dog that fight for bone,
allows hell to burn
Or call one life, my life to cease,
with tainted bitter herb,
wither my heart and dull my wit,
my razor’s edge, my words
Send me to eternity,
as though I fall to sea
I fear the sea, I dread the deep,
and the blue that envelops me
3/22/05
©Hannahlore Starr
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