Your words hurt me, as if i were a tree, battered and bruised by the unforgiving winds, I open my mouth, reach out to you, but in the stagnant air, my voice deserts me,
A light circled, danced around the walls, reflecting the hope in your eyes, mirroring the lies handed down to you, by those whose hope had deserted them,
The birds circled in delightful anticipation, swooning and swaying, they set out across the broken skyline, sending a message of hope to the coming dawn, weaving together a secret message,
She was plunged from the sky, a winged figure, into the depths of human sadness, the mist of hope,sprang in bursts of colour, from the derelict relict's, vandalised, and abandoned.