Oct 09
poem 0 comments challenge: Shoes
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Blackened Somber

I came to her in burning light,
When everyone was lost.
Her mind and soul once pure and bright,
Had melting layers of frost.

My home is hidden and obscure,
My body cold and hushed.
Left alone with no known cure
With no one left to trust.

Sad, I was, and all alone,
With nothing left to lose.
I climbed upon my darkened throne
My monsters for me to choose.

As my minions lined with pain
Crept up to my feet,
The void began to fill with rain
Now soft for us to eat.

Years and years I made my mark
made her truly believe,
That she had only lived in dark
Then left to weep and grieve.
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