-St. Helen of Rock
Swish...the breeze fell softly
Unto a young girl’s hair.
Cloudless in all her glory
She ran about over nulls of green.
Feet clankering,
Toe to toe matching.
Silver blindness fell about
Her yellow blond hair.
Roaring mesh sounds angrily
Into the background.
Darkened she jogged continued
Down through the endless valley.
Washing water,
Molecules rushing head to head.
Silver blindness fell about
Her yellow blond hair.
Resilient droplets crash aimlessly
Onto a rock.
Soaked in innocence
Her slide below a airless tunnel.
Screeching Claws,
Nails grinding rock to nail.
Silver.
Silver.
The mystical color.
Shrouded within shades.
Yet neither black or white.
Silver
A charm,
Opposite to the color.
Yet neither worth or worthless.
Silver
Following a path.
To which fantasies kill.
Yet neither cure or illness.
Flush...burning flew psychotically
Unto a darkened background.
Lifeless death holding no glory
She sprayed upward.
Flames melting,
Skin decomposing skin of helpless entities.
Silver darkness overshadowed
Her perfect gold.
Crackling destruction furiously
Into the sea.
Helpless she drill began
Upward in through crunchy mountains.
Burning rock,
Slivering, tinkering downward.
Silver death forces forward.
Her perfect gold.
Exploding fireballs fall decisively
Onto life.
Black in guilt
She flew kamikaze.
Liquefied acid,
Droplets clasp molecules.
Silver.
Silver..
Silver...
And Earth’s Rage Angered.
And Human History Covered.
And Silver....Silver...
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