Drag my hand cross the page,
Bluring my words, my song,
Of a girl trapped in this golden cage.
Her story now untold, I light a match and whisper "So long"
The flames lick up the glimmering bars,
Heating up this tiny prison, She laughs at her fate.
Raises her eyes to the sky, searching for the stars,
They shine and she smiles, She wont have long to wait.
The Master is angry, He hears the sound,
His prize is dying, Laughing her pain away.
The locks undone, the ropes and chains unbound,
To offer her freedom from the cage, But she continues to stay.
The fire is out, ash and smoke remain,
every peice of her is gone.
Yet we still hear her screams of pain,
And the demented laughing she sings as her last song
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Prompt 6: She sings, Anatopist's 261 prompts on deviantart.
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Imitations of Immortality
PoetryPoety. I guess that makes me a poetess, or a Lady Poet. They both sound funny. I like to be called storyteller, world-builder, bard. I tell stories in epics, and legends in rhyme. They are all futile attempts, as it is merely clumsy poet's song. Tho...
