Where in these haunted woods do I find her but amongst the corpses and the ghosts. She is but an element here in this dark enchanted forest.
The dead call out but only she may hear their voices as they call for her company. She unlike the dead could dissolve into the beauty of this ominous place forever only to be heard on the cold winter breeze by those as still inside as she.
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A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.