Rest in Pieces [Glosa]

The shattered night lays death to rest,
At the kiss of the razors blood impressed.
Tonight the heavens and hell will collide
In this child's suicide.

The burning lights of a blackened sky,
Pours down suffering from evil's eye
Upon the world deaf to the depressed,
The shattered night lays death to rest.

A grave dug deep by little hands,
Her white dress covered in tainted dark sands.
The reaper of souls will be there on request,
At the kiss of the razors blood impressed.

Nothing to give in sacrifice for peace.
No words she spoke to Allah for release.
The judgement was made, not hers to decide,
Tonight the heavens and hell will collide.

The poison runs through her soul fresh,
Like acid onto her weak, starved flesh
Running through her veins, she can not hide
In this child's suicide.
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Glosa (or Glose) Poetry is a form of poetry where the first short stanza (called cabeza or texte) states the theme of the poem and is followed by one stanza for every line of the cabeza. Each of the stanzas repeat the line of the cabeza as the stanza's final line in corresponding order.

The cabeza can either be your own or from another poet. As long as the above rules are applied there may be any rhyme scheme and number of lines applied.