Chapter From My Short Story; True Beauty ~ The Wrath Of Discord. |
There Is Wind & There Is Rain Queen Ann Explained When Your Mother & I Were In The Prime Days Of Woman Hood We Never Could Have Guessed The Repercussions We’d Someday Face. For Our Lives Upturned Turned Ever Subtly Into A Melodramatic Scene Whence The Vine Of Discord Was Born Bold As Our Children’s Eyes Now Faded Just As Each Of Our Dreams… Today Now Shaken We Lie Broken & Bittersweet Just Under “The Upper Hand “ Of A Lifetime & It’s Past Endeavors. JLW Queen Ann Further Explains You See True Beauty It’s Such Things As These Of Which My Lips Half Heartily Today Do Speak; It’s These Memories Tragedies Forever Ravaged That Here & Today Do Gnaw Incessantly At The Caverns Of You’re Mothers Broken Speech & Weigh As Dampened Clay Upon My Now Broken Hips. You Must Understand This Is Not What We Believed Nor Is It Something Expressed With Light Hearted Speech. No No My Children Believe Me When I Say; There Is Wind Heavy As The Stones That We Cannot Change & There Is Rain Saddened With A Generation’s Dowerys True Beauty We Lived To Die & Died To Believe… JLW |