she continued to stay perched on the tree. pondering on the half she never knew. she had been thinking about the purpose of the mind-switching ...why was she replaced? she wondered. she looked around, total solitude from society*
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one
awakes.
Darkness shrouds her pale form,
a lurking agony.
Her black hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new awarenss,
i weep
 Sealed Envelope Staff · Sat Dec 03, 2005 @ 06:20am · 0 Comments |
