Locked away in solitude,
she’s a prisoner of the heart
High upon a mountain top,
she wishes to depart
Playing for the wicked man,
who’s locked this gem away
Dreaming of that joyful day,
and freedoms sweet bouquet
The notes sung through her violin,
are woeful cries of pain
And dreaming of her lovers face,
drives her near insane
If help arrives she prays aloud,
it does not come too late
Does he love her just as much,
would he really wait
Author notes
Maldicion_Divina_by_medusa04@deviantart.com I have absolutely no AP family at all and I feel it would be nice to have a younger brother.
A contest entry
- Family Matters-pic prompt by Shadow Lynx.
900 points, ended September 21, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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thank you for entering bro
welcome to the family! You did brilliant with the pic, wonderful write !
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