Though she seemingly left our world in peace,
One cannot shake this feeling.
That this grey weather is not telling another story.
In life she was a jewel;
Surely to make others jealous of her brightness.
Till the day she was taken,
Sunshine and life seemed to follow.
Now nothing but clouds and cold.
Surely she will be back,
Only in another form.
To pass quick judgment
on those who snuffed her light.
But for now,
Here lies Yumi Yorke;
Soon to be back.
CZYTASZ
Beauty to be Feared
HorrorA little poem I had to write for school project. Figured I'd post it here. Anybody who's read my other works might recognize the name, but there's no relation to the other stories or anything else.
