This was a piece I did for a Topical Battle, so I thought I might post it as an OM. Cheers.
Through Whispering Words
“The Tale of the South Coast”
Afraid, betrayed, she lays infamous amongst her persistent fame
Played, enslaved, through agony, she hides her resistant pain
Admiration, celebration, was a feeling ones existence craves
Elation, formation, were her colors of life, yet at inconsistent shades
The pain gnawed, away her heart, as she withdrew resentment
The rain would applaud, every moment she redrew contentment
The gain shook abroad, as the rain faded, and seemed suspended
The same hook would maraud, as every smile gleamed ‘pretended’
It would avenge the happiness it brought, before it’d sadly depart
The revenge brought sadness to her, as he left her – gladly – impart
The rain never returned, from that day, of its change of heart
A lesson she merely learned, as she crawls from an endangered start
Unknowing she laid, inside her bedroom, glooming the worst
Growing, the pain, beside her heirloom, was dooming her curse
Glowing, it played, through every day, with a precluding rehearse
Showing, a dull shade, and no chance of an elusive reverse
Yet all of a sudden, the rain returned, and she felt re-united
The roar of her husband, left her burnt, along with a life, so blighted
Acidic, the rain drew, alongside the terror it kept helplessly hidden
The pain, no longer grew, as her life laid endlessly ridded
The rain wasn’t a cloud; it was the male she loved utmost
Insane, yet he was proud, to bestow her final, conclusive, toast
For unknown reasons, covered in shroud, amidst the south coast
A love grown, above the poisons, which created this foul ghost
As her presence lays in the south shores, beneath the glistening birds
Lies one sentence, never forgotten, through her whispering words