I doubt .... I believe .... You cease

You crumpled the flowers when you went to  pick the thorns,

Could you not see they were crying underneath. 

I knew once before too you did the same, 

I believe for others you do not even care for a wreath.

You hurt souls three when you went to hold a hand,

Could you not be away when you were asked to be.

I knew once before you tried to play nice

I believe you soil them and not even care to wipe them clean.

An angel cloud white you turned to a dark cloud 

When you reminded her of her wand which she had leased 

You damned spirit, you asked for a wish by the magic of wand

When the angel gifted the wand to be a stick for someone who could not see.

You wrote about a field turning barren in the sun

To a ground below which was blooming flowers and growing trees

You dared to speak about the evading rain 

And caused the ground to weep and bleed. 

Golden hand which acted like a shade

You lost a place under it when you spoke to the ground

For you live no more as mistakes cease to exist 

Let tears mark the trail which you leave for other traitors to see ......