The
Abyss
Swept along by the tidal wave
Crashing thunderous to the watery
grave
Spinning, spiraling without sound;
As an autumnal leaf floats to the ground
Peacefilled bliss reigns in her head
Screams of chaos now lie softly dead
Entombed; within the waters abyss
Now lies the sad, heartbroken miss
Weighted down with strands of gold
Pulling her deeper, to the silent
black hold..
The Bands of gossmer that held her heart...
Severed within in when he didst
depart....
Copyright Dancers Inc.
1996
Painting by Michael Whelan
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