Lava tears spill from her heart,
Hot ashes of her lost love,
echo in the night.
Blasts of her anger are heard far off.
The lady of the mountain waits..
Waits for her lost love to return to her.
The howls of her mournful cry's on the wind.
She calls to him day and night.
She'll never rests until he returns to her.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Dark Poerty by ennovy.
550 points, ended May 20, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice Concept
You have come up with another very intresting concept. The sadness of death surrounding this woman..thank you for entering my contest....novy
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