Murmurs of Rage.

by Gener

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One day
At dusk I'd tell my soul
To stop murmuring sounds yet unheard
At dawn,
The following day is but seconds away
But only few can be asked in. 

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It is not a secret but a rite

A robed garment of ancient past,

A shadow fierce in delight,

A 'cantation lispy in the mouth,
A soldier's tip toed walk
- at a traitor's back,
A moaned shriek
- out a widow's throat,
A breaker's splash against a rock,
A Goddess' thunder whispered in mock.

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 Love
Anger
Scorn
Defiance
Hate
In full moons, crescents and quarters,
In high and low seas,
In changing seasons,
Past, present, future.