A beauty deep in her core.
Of energy and spirit I'd not found before.
But the long ago cost of being had forged a shape to her heart.
And her pain and her rage my patience and love could not stop.
She won't fight fair, her rage reddens the air.
It leaves only an ever widening chasm as it tears.
Staining slowly crimson blood on all our years.
One tiny scratch, and then Another.
Drip. Drip - Strong the anger to withstand.
But the blood falls heavy and cold on rich dark soil.
Drip. Drip - Hard the demons to disband.
And after far too long the earth begins to spoil.
Drip. Drip - More frequent now,
while the tears of my soul keep asking why.
And the strength of my love fades now each day into the sky.
Drip. Drip.
Finally the blood claims its cost.
18 plus 4. A lifetime lost,
Death by a million tiny scratches.
Now longer this cold crimson shower willing to sustain.
I'm taking my dirt now to go find warm, healing rain.
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