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.