[WARNING: written by a twelve year old!] I wrote this three years ago and have not edited it. This is extremely melodramatic and try-hard so if you don't like that kinda thing, don't read it...seriously. Otherwise y'all should be good.
Sitting in the darkened room she waited.
They had only left a day ago
“What will become of me?” she wondered, “If all my waiting is for naught.”
She waited.
Siting in the darkened room she waited.
They had only left four months ago
She feared for them.
“If they are destroyed, where will I be?” she wondered, “If all my waiting is for naught.”
Still she waited.
Sitting in the darkened room she waited.
She no longer remembered why.
She longed to see the rays of the sun and hear the men’s loud voices.
But they had left her to gather dust.
“If only I could live,” she cried
Still she stayed and waited.
“This is the reason for Hauntings!” she cried.
Because they had left her all alone.
“This is the nature of Hauntings- I have no where else to go.”
“I say this with finality- I shall not leave this place. And if any man as unfaithful as them come to my shelter, I shall not let them live.”
Drawing her bloodied knife she waited.
Never did she notice her body on the floor.
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PoezjaThis is where I write poetry with no rhyme scheme and call it free verse.
