A new light flickers,

Broken dawn

Crowned by a wreath of

Dark clouds,

Envy of the starlit tranquility burning

Firey glares directed in rage toward

Green Earth who

Holds trembling moon

In her maternal grasp,

Jealosy a weapon in the hands of the Sun.

Killed by a 

Lamenting hand, her

Mind wanders to what the blood may look like once she left,

Never had never seemed closer than while looking to the

Open wound above her broken heart, still

Pulsing to the beating of the waves

Quietly dying to the pounding tide

Returning every night with the 

SUllen moon

To break her again,

Until morning.

Vengance brings her violent peace to the 

Wicked writer of her future who whipped

X's into the eyes of her hope, while whispering in the ear of others, 

"You wonder where her bitterness comes from..."

Zombie eyes betray none of the hidden dawn flame.