Flesh, no bone scattered,
Lifeless
no grief mattered.
Emotions
soaked up, tears spread,
Out
of the guilt the skies pumped red.
Wind
blow across her face,
Tied
up agitated throbbing with pace.
A sprout of the seed chopped sly,
With broken wings the soul fly.
The bright lights turn a glimpse of her smile,
Within Seconds she turn into a pile.
Dreams of the seed brutally torn,
What remains is a regretful moan.
