Ravaged

RAVAGED

The affliction comes,

Seeping and pooling

On the surface of the skin;

Blot it, try to wipe it away,

Quickly,

Attempting to absorb the ache

That eclipses pride.

For the Sphinx has been brought

Low;

Wings clipped, claws dulled,

Spirit trampled by havoc and desolation,

As might is blown away,

Like a dandelion seed

Floating on Zephyr’s quiet breath.

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