Stormy seas, her tear stained eyes,
The choice was laid before her.
Her cruel death won't lie unmarked,
Vengeance seems her only way.
She had to now walk the path,
Of those who had gone before.
Walk the path to the fire,
For her God, a sacrifice.
Gazing down at dusty feet,
A broken life- sacrifice.
All that was left to offer.
The fire. Burning brighter.
"This is the only way now,"
Her voice, a desperate plea,
Her skin crackled, was burning-
The fire consuming her.
Consumed her tear-stained off'ring.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is my poetry. In here you will find poems concerning the world, Christ, beauty, hope, devastation, love, humour, and more. Please reader, delve into the world of a teenage writer's poetry.
