The black tears wet the stone floor
The feathers of her wings were shed,
She could see the black door.
A contest entry
- Quicky 20 x 20 x 20 Picture Inspired! by intanglio2ring.
525 points, ended September 24, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I can feel the coldness!
Like plucking a chicken - dreadful!
Wonderful feeling from this!
Thanks for a great entry!
Tang
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^-^ thanks!
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the door that leads to death
with no turning back once you enter
that is when you stop and think
is this what you really want
nice take on the prompt
Riftkin -
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thanks
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