A sleep so deep She can’t awaken
The ground beneath you slightly shaken
What once was given, now is taken
She has been forsaken.
A breath of life to a lethal virus
A kiss of death to an empty iris
A cycle eternal, undesirous
She used to admire us.
Dancing in the remains of predecessors
Defiling their essence, raising oppressors
Such is the project of Her daily aggressors
She taught our professors.
Why, She wondered, don’t you walk
She gave you legs and yet you mock
Why must you speed Her ticking clock
She could hear it - tick tock.
Digging deep under Her skin
Even the strongest will wear thin
She never should have let it in
She continued to spin.
All of Her children cry out, they bawl
One bad egg, slaughters them all
Nourishing them causes others to fall
She used to stand so tall.
Everpresent, taken for granted
Stripped and bared, nothing replanted
Her essential organs, taken, transplanted
She had been enchanted.
She waited but they just went wronger and wronger
Another, another, another warmonger
She had hoped She could have held on for longer
She thought She was stronger.
Nothing left, the movement’s in motion
There’s no going back, no magic potion
A break, a rest, mercy: a notion
She was just an ocean.
A day reaches end, a noxious night nigh
The smoke in Her lungs clouding the Sky
Choices, poor choices, they cheat and they lie
She knew they’d have to die.
No change happens, and in Her plight
She prepares Herself for one more fight
She had a spark, it burned too bright
She must put out the light.
About the Creator
Falsity Jones
She wasn't looking for a knight, she was searching for a sword.
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