The sky is grey.
The land is red.
And the wind weeps for the dead.
Lost are the souls
Of those who we knew
Fore they are gone
As dead men tell no tales...
The girl sobs and
The boy just holds her.
Her crystal-like tears slowly start falling on his shoulders.
His heart shakes up
and is reminded of the misery.
He sobs and
holds her tighter.
The girl clenches her nails on his back.
His crystal-like tears start drenching the girl's hair.
The raven and the beast
Cry sorrowfully.
Not knowing the cause of their damnation.
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POETRY OF YURRA THE GREAT
Poetrywelcome to the world of poetry~ Everything is my original work! Do not copy without my permission and if you will do give some credit~ And If not...I'll haunt you to the end of the world like the Yurra I am😃 And enjoyyy~
