Towering over her still he stands,
The gun enclosed within his hands.
Her flesh now coloured a deadly white,
Her expression still froze in fright.
Looking down on her she seems so fragile,
Her body has been limp like this now for a while.
Her figure appears so sharply frail,
Her blood now pools in a heavy trail.
Her screaming still claws his ears,
He rein acted her most deadly fears.
There's no longer focus in her eyes,
Stains where her cold blood lies.
The crimson blood has stained her clothes,
Her skin deadly bruised around the bullet holes.
Her raven hair now knotted and entwined,
Memories of her will be left behind.
This fearsome wood shall be her grave,
Laid to rest in the earth's cave.
He shall bury her deep into the ground,
He'll hope that she shall NEVER be found.
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Written June 13th, 2006
A contest entry
- Moonlit Tears by Angelica Rose.
304 points, ended June 20, 2006, 17 entries
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i like this one pixie.You seem to be banging out few poems these days and are banging liggs instead,lol.
But seriously i really like this one.I hop you win
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Great write
A typo or two but a great write all the same. In the first line I think you mean towering not toweing. Anyways, good luck in the contest.
Keep writing
Countrybabe
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wow, the imagry in the piece is absolutly riveting. I felt like i was there in the woods watchhing. Very well done! Keep writing:-)
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