Havoc
Havoc.
Her shadow covers countries.
Wherever she steps, destruction follows.
Her anger is a gruesome beast, held by a tightrope thin leash.
and whenever the rope snaps,
the results are horrendous.
Afterwards, she opens her mouth and wails.
Her mouth has never known words -- just pitiful sounds that only wounded animals make.
Water breaks free from her eyelids and lopes toward the earth.
She knows no resting place; she is forever bound to roam the earth, a weary and pathetic traveler.
A misshapen and enormous creature, she is shunned and scorned everywhere her worn bare feet walk.
Havoc has never known and happiness.
Her arms reach toward the sky, begging a silent and unwavering God to have mercy on her soul -- if she even has one.
Angels and demons alike shudder at her mere presence. They too treat her with contempt, sending venomous glares over their shoulders.
She is the ultimate outcast.
She sweeps her tattered cloak over her shoulder and seeks earthly aid once more.
"Is there no one who will help me?" Her moans seem to shake the very earth with her unspoken plea.
And indeed, is there no sanctuary for this poor creature?
They fear her temper and her tears,
yet they do not understand the meaning behind her wails.
An endless cycle of chaos.
Her shadow covers countries.
Wherever she steps, destruction follows.
Her anger is a gruesome beast, held by a tightrope thin leash.
and whenever the rope snaps,
the results are horrendous.
Afterwards, she opens her mouth and wails.
Her mouth has never known words -- just pitiful sounds that only wounded animals make.
Water breaks free from her eyelids and lopes toward the earth.
She knows no resting place; she is forever bound to roam the earth, a weary and pathetic traveler.
A misshapen and enormous creature, she is shunned and scorned everywhere her worn bare feet walk.
Havoc has never known and happiness.
Her arms reach toward the sky, begging a silent and unwavering God to have mercy on her soul -- if she even has one.
Angels and demons alike shudder at her mere presence. They too treat her with contempt, sending venomous glares over their shoulders.
She is the ultimate outcast.
She sweeps her tattered cloak over her shoulder and seeks earthly aid once more.
"Is there no one who will help me?" Her moans seem to shake the very earth with her unspoken plea.
And indeed, is there no sanctuary for this poor creature?
They fear her temper and her tears,
yet they do not understand the meaning behind her wails.
An endless cycle of chaos.
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This is probably one of the last poems I'll publish for a while. "Havoc," "Condemned Paradise," etc. -- these are all older ones, either from earlier this year or wayyyy earlier.And I need to be focusing on stories. If a poem is like bursting at the seams of my mind trying to get out, I'll post it. No worries. :]