Epyllion

She finally learned she was ne'er one
but many, clashing a darkened soul.
She heard the whispers mingling with
her sweet voice, but tried so hard to
ignore.

Alas, as all fate goes,
the storms came and washed clean;
Shadows moved and lights broke free
and she was left to see.

Stark truth hunted her like a doe
running only led her in circles.
The night is swift when demons bray
whilst the moon hides its face in shame.

She came to learn she was ne'er one
but many as the game would go.
And as she picked up the pieces of her
shattered faith -

She disappeared into shadow.

©dragonpoe
12/16/07



-- Edited by Lady Poe at 20:14, 2007-12-16

-- Edited by Lady Poe at 20:15, 2007-12-16