© Lori Lappin, the Witch of WITCHCRAFTS ARTISAN ALCHEMY®

with nothing, only pain
thrown down through time
a shattering prism through ages and worlds
torn, battered, beaten and abused
curled in the corner, step away, stand back
horror flies with the ark within the skies
of desolation and ice

made with years of tears
a single silent whisper rises