I plucked flowers from my tiara, scattered them upon the graves.
I bled and drops were dropped,
to let all know,longanimity isn’t theirs alone.
With my tears, I stained every sheet,
For the callous to know, that sentient lives still exist.
My song emanated as I traversed through every ground
To let poignancy know, what hope must sound.
Left imprints on the sand wherever I tread,
To set an example, so that people could follow my footsteps,
But here I am, getting chased by demons instead.
~ Words Above Swords ~