Hey all. Yes, this is another poem. Don't even ask. I was bored. Criticism welcome and appreciated. Enjoy.
The Sound of Distant Thunder
A heartbeat is precious for the living,
the sound of distant thunder
for a soulless beast without a beating
lump of meat inside her chest.
And whose breath only rushes in and out
because she is cursed and lifeless,
immortal, undying and forever frozen
as she was since the beginning. Feared,
but only for what she was and now is.
Don’t you wish you didn’t ask for all now, my dear?
Don’t you wish you had run when given the chance?
A beginning which was not kind nor free
of stains, blood and sweat,
and tears; the mud that streaks her skin.
Sin, that she asked for and yet
never feared would be given. Cursed to darkness
and that which stains the night, and howls
sorrowfully to the full moon in mid-flight.
The sound of distant thunder, a sweet
yet sour kind of music to her ears.
Was it all that you had wanted, my dear?
Was it everything you dreamed it would be?
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