Dust and Dreams-A Journey
Lone Battle (Loss)
Lone Battle
Right away, right away,
Break forth onto the light of day,
For in time's clawed hands, all joys are gone,
Turned into mere ash, all joy, be gone,
She hastened to arrive once before,
Before she was dragged through the iron door,
Her tears, like acid, spill onto weathered cheeks,
Like harsh bitters, these endless tears she wreaks,
Sharp saber in hand,
She fights the tiger solely alone,
Hated tiger, at last, begone!
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
Right away, right away,
Break forth onto the light of day,
For in time's clawed hands, all joys are gone,
Turned into mere ash, all joy, be gone,
She hastened to arrive once before,
Before she was dragged through the iron door,
Her tears, like acid, spill onto weathered cheeks,
Like harsh bitters, these endless tears she wreaks,
Sharp saber in hand,
She fights the tiger solely alone,
Hated tiger, at last, begone!
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
