I wrote this in fit of anger, but found it quite depressing. Anyway here it is.
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A statue stands high as can be,
outshining stars, and comets
as far as eye can see. On a
plinth in a square, quiet and
stoic
It stands like a finger to the Gods,
a dazzling smile while tears fill its
eyes. With rows of bluebells ringing
around, while people bend and kiss
it's feet.
No one knows its story, or why
such a smile can appear to cry.
But they bend and beg for it
to offer the world, save us
from strife.
A lone girl comes everyday, weeps
to the statue and walks away, but
as the Days fester into night she comes
back and pleads for all to be right.
Sparkling dew on its eyes fall like tears.
Bent and tired it appears weak.
The kingdom falls.
The girl still comes, weary and tired
yet with enduring stare she yells out
'I placed you too high.'
The statue says nothing just stays
still and she leaves her body wrought
and torn.
