Clamboyancey

The air was thick with emotion.
Almost as if you could feel the tears she had cried that night, hanging in the air…
Waiting, patiently… to fall again…

The water was deep with emotion.
So deep and so blue that at just one look you could tell that these waters were hers…
These waters, her tears…

The tears- shed on that deep, blue night...
The tears- from her deep, blue, crying, eyes.

Her eyes that threatened to poor again…
With every second drawing them closer to their next weakening…
The next downpour of emotion…
The next season of tears…

She was readying, once again…
Preparing for the season of change…
For the season of cleansing…
And soon it came to be that she was ready to begin all over again.
Ready to start anew.

Never being prepared for the tragedy, not this day, not ever…
She still knew what she had to do…

Clamboyancey was readying herself for the position she held every year… And it was only she that knew the true meaning of her place… She was to be the bringer of all life… The beginner of that
different something new each year and she was to bear the tragic pain and loss of her whole city.

Could she keep this up, she was never sure…
But each year she once again questions her motives and her reasoning…