Wreckage

  • As she stood

    tall silluette,

    a ghost outline blocking the horizon

    blood matting her hair in the wind

    her muddy fingers filthy with the blood

    of those she fell with her mighty sword

    a blade left to rust 

    as the remaining corpses of society's monsters

    decayed in the fading sunlight

     

    ~batmanismine


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