she sits at the dock thinking of what was
she waits for a prince to save her again
for all that she's done she's fallen from grace
her wings once white are now black with hate
the deeds which were done she wishes to repay
but nothing can erase the actions of fate
look in her eyes do you see that she's empty?
a flower so pure now dirty with muck
plucking away at the life she once had
why must she always run out of her luck?
shh...listen to the wind blow
for her quiet surrender is all which occurs
she sits at the dock thinking of what was
she waits for a prince to save her again...
Author notes
alilbitofshh April showers, bring May flowers.
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Prompt by Hope Angel.
475 points, ended May 12, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is great. I really like how you portrayed what she was feeling. Thanks for entering
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Great write. I love angels.
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