The lonely shadow came out at night, hidden among others and flickering street lights.
Walking between the thin lines
Of reality, only wishing to be seen by you and me
Darkness cloaks her mind each day. While the light looks to
Kill her in every way.
Eyes of hate, fingers of love, silent symphonies sent from above.
Music of life, voice of death,
The sounds of a family,
A daughter who
Left.
A loving knife, a hateful life.
A beautiful mess, a true lie.
If only you had seen who the lonely shadow had been, the future might not seem so scary
And the Lonely shadow wouldn't be so wary.
The shadow had a name, lost in the sands of time. A book without a name, an
Author without a rhyme.
Medusa's eyes seem welcoming,
And Achilles's heel seems strong
When you look at her mind, and hear a chilling song.
Even shadows have a name, and books need titles. Named by yours truly, here is Persephone,
Deaths favorite Idol.
YOU ARE READING
Long Story Short
Short StoryThis is just a compilation of different bursts of "I HAVE TO RIGHT THIS DOWN" moments and short stories from previous things I've made. Enjoy, and Spread the word!!
