There she stands, alone in the world.
Darkness hath ripped every living thing from her soul.
Doth happiness remain in her eyes?
Doth happiness remain in her soul?
Look at her, what do thee see?
For all that remain are whispers of the creatures unseen.
A contest entry
- Word Prompt IV - by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 17, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a scary last line that locks up this poem so well; I found myself blinking like this
reading this 
Awesome!
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Thank You for Your Entry & Best of Luck
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~Manda
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beautiful
love the style - so classic.
really great poem, no parts i didn't like at all. honestly. i love the repition in lines 3 & 4.
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