beauty and pain


Image via Rowan Kalhar

Rowan Kalhar, Editor

And within her she contains

All the stars in the night skies

And yet they do not set 

With the sun’s rise


As within her she contains

The beauty or the pain

Set upon the one

Who takes her to her grave


Within her she commands

They take her

Hand in hand

To her demise


Within her her command

Echoes through the skies

Full of stars

Even through the day


Within her her strength

Thrives and forces

Its way into those skies

Spreading like rain over the lies


Within her her soul festers

And as she sits to watch the world

And all its pain without true gain

She cries.