She hands the bird your soul,
You lay dead on the ground,
Blood soaks her hands,
No one cares that your gone,
The queen has you,
But it's too late to beg,
She took the life of your lover,
You just let him down,
"You say you loved him?"
The asks you,
"Then why did you let him die,
by my hand,
you sickning child" ,
She yelled bitterly,
Spitting on your blood,
Dead face,
Your lips are sewn shut,
You choked on your own blood,
Her evilness,
Her hatred,
Was your down fall,
Now he is dead,
The white waters turn red....
Author notes
I thought this was what you visioned so here you do! StarLightVampire23
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Prompt by kiwigirljacks.
625 points, ended November 12, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Wow, a very dark take...the best kind
Love the imagery portrayed, gritty and pitch. Awesome read 
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A very dark take!! Very fitting for this picture indeed
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so dark and frightening, wow what a writer you are.!!
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