Not a single cross to dedicate.
For no simple soul was lost.
She owned the passion she showed.
Fought in the mountains cover in stained snow.
She would not let man take away her soul.
She was the fist of truth.
The arrow of freedom.
The shield of life.
Her life taken by a coward,
too afraid to look her in the eye,
a leader to live by.
She will live on, don't worry.
A multiple cross for a revenge so sweet.
A contest entry
- Study in Black and White VII~the forgotten cross by JinSays.
800 points, ended November 15, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewritesprewritesprewrites, please. by epitome.
250 points, ended August 18, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I would sure like to know more about this write. Is this a true story? and Is she related to you? And what happened?
Okay, so too many questions at once, but this write is leaving me with them.
Best wishes in this contest, and much love always,
jin
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Thanks for the comment. unfortunately there is no real life behind this write it is just what came to mind from the picture provided.
thanks again for your time
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