A Broken case,
A shattered nail,
light flying up in place;
A horn that yells
rusted gates open;
colors fly
And a softness of white,
water going down.
A revealed lie
expression of fright
A flying crown
Appreatly this is a type of poem. Well this expains how my Aunt on her wedding day found her soon to be huaband with his bestman, yes i said MAN!!, heck she was so anger and she was crying. she actually through her crown, tiara thing at him.
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