POETRY

Dance With The Dead

This is the first ever poem written by me...lolx....I ​wrote it in the class with Pennysns and cupcakes....​

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She was there, in her crimson dress,

Her face so pale, but her movements fluent,

So gentle, so kind, makes everyone pursuant,
Who hides her presence to go unnoticed,

For she is the Misstress of Death,

Who Dances With The Dead.

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I don't know if it's good but I really Tried...

~Brownie_68​