The Immortal
She’s the girl in the corner,
The one they don’t give a damn about,
She sits and stares,
Turning spiders to stone.
Speak when spoken to,
That’s what they shouted at her,
When she tried to break free,
From the chains that bind her.
The chains aren’t ones,
That you or I could break,
Chains of time, untouchable,
She’s bound by these.
She’s a fighter,
Fighting against invisible foes,
She’s a warrior in her own time,
Ageless, undefeated.
No one gives a damn about her,
The Princess of Shadows,
The Immortal
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Skeletons in the Closet
PoetryI'm not usually a poetry writer...if you could call this poetry. More like poetic musings, but there we both go.
