She was draped in red, unbound locks fluttering in the wind,
her eyes were blazing embers, her countenance the premonition of fulfilling justice,
Her nimble feet traversed undaunted, a littered path of corpses and blood,
She made her way resolutely, unbothered by the acrid smoke and putrid stench of death.
Her wielder of justice bathed her locks with coppery scented crimson,
his sins far too egregious, this violation was his salvation
for the blood that flowed in rivulets down her hair spoke no syllable of penitence,
She was a mural of sophistication, an antithesis in her vengeance!
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Do share your views for this please because I'm really nervous about it. This is the first time I'm writing something like this.
Love,
Pratyusha
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Winters Of The Heart | Versification ✓
الشعر| Versification 2023 | "The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." - Jean Cocteau A poetry collection for the contest. Started: 1st April 2023 Completed: 30th April 2023
