Can you hear her angelic voice?
Whispering justice for her choice.
She stands watch for her love's return
Her heart waits for his kiss's burn.
Left in the cold, she watches the darkness grow.
Its reflection is seen as the rain turns to snow.
Blood-shot eyes search the forest below
Looking for the sight of his warm face aglow.
Will death approach her door?
Come knocking; will she choose to ignore?
His voice rings through her head.
Including the words that were left unsaid.
Forever her reflection in the glass
Reminds her of the forever haunting past.
Author notes
2. Windows to her Soul. By AverRal on deviantART.
A contest entry
- Two Options; Dark Picture Prompt by stylization.
450 points, ended March 17, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Oh I like this. Great poem and thanks for entering.
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