6 June 2012
The clouds rumble Change.
Rain in torrents Pain.
Something new has happened, There's something wrong on here, Something very consequential, It's bringing all my fear.
A thunderstorm is brewing, Heart ache laden, thick, Churning in my stomach, Enough to make me sick.
Someone's missing here, The palace quiet as grave, An absence too unmissable, A Queen we cannot save.
The world of Opuss mourns, The quiet prose flows slow, It should never have happened as such, And now? It's just so...
Different.
Black Opussian Day. • Opuss № I