Her crying echo's heard for miles - yert no-one ventures near. She is the Godess of Greed, of for some the Princess of Pity.
Eternaly she weeps over the darkness - ever lonely. Bloodied, her tears create rivers - ever lost.
Scarlet covered earth lets out a morbid sigh of grief. No-one crys with her, fort all know her dirty deed - and now she is to be eternally punished. Our Godess was greedy, now she lies, masked in mayhem and misery. - beauty graced, but lonesome lavished.
Our Godess yearned for love. Every day for years she ached to be loved and wanted. She'd cry herself to sleep day after day - wishing, waiting. A slave to her own tears. Then one day her wish was granted and love she found. Oh the happy days she lived. But then the Godess grew bored of her love and sort a new lease...
And so she loved more than one - such a lethal sin, so the love she found was banished and her heart made to vanish. Now only her silent screams are her company.
In a tear stained haze, she gazes - Bloodied aches and sighs fall insde her. Bemused, she carries on gazing - watching the distance. Into the veil of gloom, a graceful, ghostly mist hangs over the sore site, like a curtain of warm love, it caresses the peaks. All of a sudden the musty, dank, decaying air and land changes.
The sun that never shines, has found itsway to this realm. The flowers that never seed seem to sprout now as the rain seeps new life into the earth, as the trees that lay dying now begin to breathe again. The peaks, sore and tore are slowly being mended.
The scene is now beautiful. The aches within vanished.
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