Poetry
Job's Daughter-in-law
A violent wind swept away the inheritance that was her betrothed in life, for the thatched roof it came down like an axe to grind with fate and folly. Drip and patter the rain came down upon the ground that cursed Cain.
The tragic tale of a famous somebody.
He was gone as dried moss upon the ruins. Drip and patter the rain came down upon the ground that cursed Cain.
The wind blows upon her face to reveal a tear sliding from her cheek sublime crystal rune that surreptitious rue holds me weak. my vexing habit but in turn tragic to over explain one must restrain.
Her braided hair in a single lock like a strand of hope it helps her walk It grows from a well so deep that even if the mountains weep. It won’t be long till the herdsmen’s daughter has her keep. For daughters and sons about the warm walnut table merry in their fathers’ house. Are now able to keep their promises close to chin