A gust of wind
is passing by,
only sign of the creature
roaming around tonight.
Arrows flying
in the air,
fueling the heart's
hidden flare.
The perilous journey
of our desperate souls,
walking this path
filled with burning coals.
The creature has seen in many
their hearts click,
albeit he knows well the method
of this most cruel trick.
Hidden by shallow waters
are the curse's tightest knots,
for death is merciful
and love is not.
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Darkened
Poetry"Walks there the girl of the constant weep, tears shed at night by a girl who never sleeps" *** Collection of poems for all who believe in feelings. *** 2nd Place Winner in the Pheonix Awards
