The Tempest of Woe
Through the chilly tempest of woe,
Floats through, in misery, an unloved swallow.
To jewels, his kin once weighed him equal,
Now banished & shivering, he wallows.
He soared through the open skies galore,
Claiming them his own,
Tragedy doth come, with blood and gore,
Ravaged were the seeds once sown.
The frost bloodied & pierced every tick of the clock,
With horrors & emptiness, he came to terms,
As he floated downstream to an agonizing stop,
He stained the snow red, fell to the worms.
That unloved swallow.
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