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- Parts 14
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Ongoing, First published Feb 04, 2015
The growing moon A chill arises From where, we know not But it is predicting our fate Is foretelling our doom The wind whispers Sending shivers down Blood red eyes, walk closer Let me see into the past Walk with me Fire crackles within eyes As they call, Join me, play with me! Something sparks Howling Yowling Crying They fade Like memories Never to be remembered Striking fear Into into her heart Laughter As empty as they seem, Vow a silent promise I sense the end is near Once you scream That fateful phrase We shall be strung together 'Till death we part I ponder on when The world's light will end When the sins will drown Swallowed whole When death is close Staring through a window When bones cry Colder than stone When time is about to die All hope is lost When the time has come And your prayers are lost When you shall be forgotten Like me ~ No one would believe that a little girl wrote this poem. And that little girl is me.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- Author's NoteWed, Jun 10, 2015
- When Prayers Are LostWed, Jun 10, 2015
- HelplesslyWed, Jun 10, 2015
- DeathWed, Jun 10, 2015
- A SkeletonWed, Jun 10, 2015
- FairiesWed, Jun 10, 2015
- A Harmless Bumble BeeWed, Jun 10, 2015
- In The Tree'sWed, Jun 10, 2015
- The WellWed, Jun 10, 2015
- The Death Of The SunWed, Jun 10, 2015
- The Little Girl In The MirrorFri, Jun 12, 2015
- The HouseFri, Jun 12, 2015
- Swim At DuskSun, Jun 21, 2015
- The Lonely ChairMon, Jun 22, 2015
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