There a was girl with a crow,
With a dream under a hole.
With a life where she is waiting,
To live happily and dance and sing.
But the crow pecks at her,
With its marble eyes filled with despair.
With its wings it broke her heart,
That shes trying to spare.
But she carries on with her head held high,
Among the smokes and dusts filled with lies.
But the crow is to powerful,
That kidnapped her at night.
But she still has her dignity and pride,
She'll never fail without a fight.
She refuses to let go,
Not without a try.
While shes still young,
She'll rise and grow up high.
She breaks the barriers that holds her,
She slashed and hacked and fought.
With her dreams on her shoulder.
She'll shine bright like the hawk.
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The Gothic Poetry
PoetryAs a person with mysterious visions, I present my Gothic Art. From the Poems that I wrote, Just came from the heart. I write to express, My thought and creativeness. For showing a side of me, That you haven't even guessed. With the fantasies I dr...
