And

And

~~~

Beating beneath this brimmed breast,

lies a soul within this tangled chest.

Crying out not for the sword of stone,

learning to bury the bastard bone.

Flights overhead cast in the wind,

trees tremble with the voice within.

Bringing truth to the table of choice,

will ignorance bleed out your precious voice?

Tasting the fury of what we can give,

saving the blind that forget how to live.

Forgotten memories of what is right;

Only you can change in the dark of the night.

~ Miss Riddle