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The Axe That Fell You
They finally came for you… catching you off guard,
Waiting for the time I felt the storms had passed,
Shedding their disguises of indifference,
Moving camps and uniting fronts...
Now they are free and full of devious plots,
Seeking the one soul they do not yet possess.
Too late I saw that they were not subdued as I believed,
I was thinking of you planted as a redwood tree,
Immovable, wise as time, and untouchable.
Yet they were merely lying in wait for your return to the sea,
Searching out your vulnerability, coveting what was not theirs.
The axe that fell you was made from their jealous rage.
They won’t let you rest, coming as endless waves to drown.
In the presence of such destructive, exposed will, even you are weak.
slightest misstep could bring down everything you stood for.
They reveal your gentleness only to mock it, laughing to draw you in,
Yet the punches are sharp and cutting, coming from one who knew you once,
Even more painful, as though from a brother or a friend...
I can only watch you, lying broken and splintered,
Scattered across the once peaceful grounds of our life.