What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 15

Dewy air rolled slowly through,

Incensed with linen cloth and oak

The scent of rose, like gauzy smoke

Collected on her form, like dew

...

Till with a sudden crash, she broke

...

Till with a sudden start, she woke

Betrayal

by Raiden Fortun

Dead pool once called hope,

betrayed by your stone cold eyes,

swallowed by a friend.

I trusted you with my dreams

and you stabbed me in the back.