Lightening strikes Thunder sounds Flashing glimpses of graves Too many names to count Those long past And those recently departed May death have been swift As it was not for her Blood poured from her body Flowing in an endless river Deep and narrow was the wound Pain that was pronounced through every fiber of her being May she finally rest in peace Fleshed striped from her back Before the killer wound was delivered May she find peace eternally Free from pain In this hollow ground
Arthela · Sat May 26, 2007 @ 02:37am · 0 Comments |