- Crimson blood delicately sprinkled across the pure white sleeve of snow. Gentle blue eyes well up with tears, allowing all their troubles to fall from the brilliant orbs and slowly. . . slowly bury themselves into the earth. I watch, befuddled, as the gruesome scene passes before me. My small six year old hands crossed against the warm fur of my winter coat, desperately trying to comprehend the terror behind this woman's terrible pleas for help. . . these cries that ring repeatedly in my head even to this very day. All of it is etched into my mind, haunting my dreams. The death. . . of dear Isobel.
- by Anya Isabella |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/21/2010 |
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- Title: Winter Death
- Artist: Anya Isabella
- Description: This is just something I came up with in five minutes. . . from the top of my mind. . . It isn't based on real life, I do not know anyone by the name of Isobel. . . but please comment and tell me what I could do to make it better ^_^
- Date: 05/21/2010
- Tags: winter death
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Comments (3 Comments)
- I N A C T I V 3 - 06/17/2010
- Wow, it was a bit chilling. The imagery was really good too. Hope to see more of your work.
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- Anya Isabella - 05/31/2010
- Thank you, and I really appreciate the advice. I'll try to make it better ^_^
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- I Drink Male Tears - 05/30/2010
- i don't like the "..." use dashes if you really have to. otherwise, i really like this.*5 biggrin
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