Once life existed here.
The river flowed.
The sound bubbled above.
She came every day,
and life came with her.
Blessed and sanguine every moment.
The time then came,
for the days became short,
the life weaned from this place.
And the sun, our mistress,
left her daily stroll.
And I caved under a cover of regret.
It held me down, tainted even the dark.
She's left - discarded my efforts
I was left - the frozen brook.
Sunless and life failed.
A contest entry
- Quote Inspired by Rose Dark Thorn.
1500 points, ended July 22, 2008, 5 entries
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An interesting take on the contest, but it does fit in it's own way. Thank you for entering.
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