Dark Poetry

 

Long way

 

Coming from far away 

Out of the barren steppe 

Screaming wildly, the dagger in hand

A fury in the body of a woman 

 

In a carriage she travels through the city 

The gowns smooth, the corset laced tightly

The scream she took inside

The wrath as her last weapon 

 

Arriving in the present moment

Out of the shadow rises

All the rage, the teeth bared

And the wild woman screams 

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de