Depths of Despair

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.