you wilt like a flower pretty and powerless petals cascading in great heron wingstrokes you wilt like a flower disgraced and sudden your joy fading and cutting away a bright display you faint as a lady from centuries shaded by tapestries and tangled in wigs and corset ribbing dropping a lace handkerchief slowly you sank into despair, painted as a hollow in a peaceful wood. every tree's branch arcs towards you an artistic spectacle every technical detail painted with classical utmost care and your hair is encrusted with diamondlike tears your hands woven tightly with grief from many years end eyes pressed together in a weeping, pleading prayer. your hallelujah is a crying storm and raindrops lightning from up in the heavens crashing down just to leap back and loop in on itself never managing to reach the clouds' tops this quality tailored suit hugs every curve every crease in your skin is held tightly in place and im placed into your second person with grace i will not insult your majestic place. catch the heron's raindrops.