With the earth wrung out from the tears.
Moving waters…stood fast.
Containing the fears.
Languishing over the legitimacy of soil and its girth.
Many steps were taken.
I was not.
I am not.
A plot of plans…first.
Laying beneath the toil.
Conceivably, annoyance, rain, sun!
Destruction’s attempt at love.
In the dim light of awakening…my hesitancy would not rise above.
Though, I have lived to come on strong.
Resilience in requiem’s way…For now, cannot be swayed.
Always, undisturbed, yet, perturbed…
For my part, I cannot…will not give in to the powers that may be.
Until the end of Me…