Fiona

Fiona raged
To sweep away
Their justice served en masse
Left us powerless
Like any mother’s barren daughter
Eye of fury for the slaughter
Of truths
She could not wash away
Her wrath, a path to grace,
For trees felled
Their heads bowed down
O’er turned earth
No sun could dry
Her endless tears and wail
Decried
All stop
And listen
To those left grieving
In their wake

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