The ground was cold beneath her feet
His paws licked darkest red
And teeth memorialized with dead
They paused to let time skip a beat
As if time could ever make them complete
Because after all was done and said
Their brother was dead, was dead, was dead.
Symphonies of sirens at their peak
Begrudgingly showed him the way
And now with snow all that was left
Maria cried, too horrified to speak
There was nothing Ryan could ever say
To mend the rift of the worst kind of theft.
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
