Her nails left claw marks running down the wall in crooked miles that veered to the left,
As she fell, her knees crumbling those old castle walls could no longer support the wicked foundation that found her
Vibrant and alive, then gnawed on her loving bones until only splinters were left and she became the shadows of midnight her tears became the dew and the hurricane.
And as the final death blow came - two strokes past the sun's descent blood-red horizon, her nails left claw marks on the rotting walls while the moon hushed the shadows and all fell to silence.
~dragonpoe 4/8/08
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
Wow! This is like diving into the darkest of darks and the deepest of depths (which is a mixture of paranoia, defeat, and sorrow). You never fail to give me goosebumps, especially in this realm. Great job Poe. Kudos!
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
Thank you for reading and liking..... I like this one, myself, it resonates something personal for me, the images I get when I read it and those I had when I wrote it, I'm glad I could get those across.
Time for you to post a new write :)
~Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
