With footprints in the snow,
Heaven above,
and Hell below,
She walks here.
She frowns upon the white
Because her footprints are alone.
This isn't right.
Where is he?
All alone while dusk is breaking,
With muddy boots
And a heart that's aching,
She feels so cold.
With death all around;
Flowers no longer on the ground,
The birds not there to make a sound,
She waits for her ending.
Author notes
I chose this because the first few lines came into my mind after reading the title.
A contest entry
- Come and get your title... by Celticjedi.
600 points, ended January 19, 2008, 26 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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That was cool. No seriously, it really left a hell of an impact. The story of this piece really stood out to me because I can relate to that situation, and I'm sure many other girls would say the same thing. Thank you so much for entering, keep it up. Good luck!
~Cj
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