Compassion

A personal narrative in the form of an nontraditional love poem.

I fell, and rose gasping, as time regressed

But not much in words than in actions find  

That from whence a time where Love once professed

That among her grace, even she drew lines

 

Her love of all life, save love for mankind

Ushered in by the wail of a banshee

Corrupted her heart, vexed body and mind            

With Visions of men much purer than she

 

Embittered, her tears then formed seven seas  

Cold and unnerving, those blessed, cast away

Back into themselves, they were forced to flee

Away from her gaze, with frantic dismay

 

Realised her mistake, for she had been marked

Sing Alouette, oh cunning Skylark 

The End

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