"Eyes full of menace.
Gold and crimson red.
Movement unusual and fierce.
They are predators who are feared.
Sullen down orbs cast below thee.
Why the contrary, my porcelain doll.
For they should have flee.
The abyss, where I fall.
Location hidden in the hills.
Birds chirp cut short by the stillness.
What if it kills.
They said when he's near you feel the icy chills."
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
