Below the spear of dark
A life speaks and bursts
Born of a dirty mark
She moves forth
And studies the shore
Water breaking, lives taking
Her fate that of the torn
Shrouded in fog
A murky move to her walk
She moves about each village
Destruction her only fault
A beauty unsurpassed
Life and love suggest a change
But a hurricane cannot be peaceful
She fears her doom near range
She soon settles in
His lips a source of comfort
But ecstasy can last for only so long
She grows restless in the slumber
Her fate sealed in
She sweeps his breath away
And proceeds down her own path
Heavy guilt and pleasure sway
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