Driven From The Lands

Did she want to be cruel
Way it reads on my mind
Context or content
She took so much context out

I strike my torch to the new moon
The war ends through the night
Scarlet tattoos of butterflies
Drape over her right arm
Wired to meet the dawn of every new day

The imprint of her belt buckle no more
The cut of her dress no longer greets us
To ask verbally impossible
She stoked his fire the entire time
Fooled the rest of us
I wish her well she could have had it better.

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