The silent mourner,
staying after the parade,
"Out of death comes silence,"
She says
"and out of silence we are made."
She places the final rose,
black as death,
no one knew who she was,
only that she didn't draw a single breath.
"The angle of death" they call her,
watching as she walks away,
they know one thing,
they will meet her on their final day.
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I was gonna not post for today but I have 2 wonderful fans (2 fans! :D:D:D:D) who would miss my writing. I figure I will post two days in a row when I get a new fan(s) as a celebration, if I have enough poems that is *scrolls up and down her diminishing pre-write list* I will post on friday, then on monday.
~SR
