Cradled in the arms of the night
The child assaulted, beaten, torn
She rests from the arrows of the fight
Vulnerable, this her plight
Waiting fot the coming dawn
Cradled in the arms of the night
Many cannot bear the sight
Of pain in the one who thus was borne
She rests from the arrows of the fight
Everyone talks about the light
Not seeing the pain within her form
Cradled in the arms of the night
None can understand the fright
Of the one that is lying so forlorn
She rests from the arrows of the fight
Alone this being feels the might
Of evil’s grip, in the gathering storm
Cradled in the arms of the night
She rests from the arrows of the fight
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This is just so beautiful!
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Thankyou so much. I enjoyed writing it actually. Sorry I am a but late replying to you. Can only manage to read on certain days when my eyes are not hurting. I love to read comments though, and to read everyone else’s work as well. X
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Beautiful it is!!
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