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A Dance of Shattered Glass
The glass doth break in shards
A splintered, shining rain
As crimson trails, like wounded bards
Sing low in whispered pain
The broken light doth gleam
A fractured, silent cry
And in the blood’s swift, pulsing stream
Life’s fleeting colors lie
Yon scattered glass doth show
A twisted, darkened art
A portrait born of pain and woe
Writ deep within the heart
Each shard, a mirrored face
Reflects the crimson flow
A moment’s rage, a brief disgrace
In blood and glass laid low
A splintered, shining rain
As crimson trails, like wounded bards
Sing low in whispered pain
The broken light doth gleam
A fractured, silent cry
And in the blood’s swift, pulsing stream
Life’s fleeting colors lie
Yon scattered glass doth show
A twisted, darkened art
A portrait born of pain and woe
Writ deep within the heart
Each shard, a mirrored face
Reflects the crimson flow
A moment’s rage, a brief disgrace
In blood and glass laid low
Published 27th Oct 2024
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