Sad songs whispered from trees
Rhythm kept in time with the buzzing of bees
Alone the devourer of hearts walks by
And silent goes the night
Flies eat at carcasses left behind
Crowding around lifeless eyes
The wolf can no longer hide
Once a peaceful place
The forest has fallen from grace
Ravaged by the she-wolf, the devourer of hearts
Her victims bodies and souls torn apart
The only thing they wanted was to win her heart
Faced with guilt that she could no longer hide
She tried to take her life
Yet no matter how hard she tried
Her spirit never died
A flame eternal, indifferent and spiteful
The hands of fate would smite her
Damned to the forest she killed
With guilt and horror she became filled
Mistakes of the past went without reparation
So her soul went without restoration
And now in the forest she stays
To live out the remainder of her sentenced days
Awaiting a love she can never regain
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoesíaA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
