The moon weeps for recognition,
While I held firm in my position.
Quivering breathlessly where I stand,
With a sword clutched in my hand.
Faith and morals, torn
Questioning what it is I’m fighting for.
Is this the will of God,
Or just a cruel facade?
If this is fate,
I’d kill for it to come at a later date.
My savior, sovereign, lost to darkness.
Who knew someone could be so heartless?
My savior, sovereign, lost to night.
Who knew a women could kill the light?
Waters crush on bitter shores,
Carrying whispers from before.
The current in the rising breeze;
Makes it harder for me to breathe.
Metallic roses spill from her chest,
Her rise and fall now laid to rest.
Weeping for recognition,
I give the moon full attention.
Steady now, where I stand,
With a tainted sword in hand.
Fear or truth at war,
At last, I know what I fight for.
Edwina Dessaint is an English major in Kennesaw State University, who aspires to publish her own works in the mere future. She spends most of her free time writing her novels or reading. She’s always lost in her head, coming up with new creative ideas. So, tap her twice to bring her back to reality.