A Brooding Soul
Oh, I heard the maiden brooding,
Near the icy monstrous waters.
Her cries shattering the winds
Into a million pieces, quarter by quarter
I felt something wasn’t right,
Were her feelings slaughtered?
Heard her angelic voice, but crying.
Of course, she did not deserve this,
Deserved this, not even her soul.
Who tried to hurt her?
Who dared to kill that innocent soul?
These questions came as a tornado within me,
But these will forever be unknown.
Had the world known this brooding maiden,
Had the world bothered to hear her soul
Maybe her fears were nipped in the bud
Maybe the maiden was brooding no more.
But alas the brooding maiden
Embraced her pain and the cold
This is a sad story of
a soul that grows unloved, untold.
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