Time sweats and shivers,
Passing over the canvas of her youth,
Face painted in memories on this cold night.
Laying forlorn in her princess Gown,
She waits at loves door, forgotten.
The lonely crows watch over her,
Has it been so long?
She whispers on the night air,
Tongue speaking in only her regrets.
Battered eyes,
watch as she withers away in silence,
Body twisting on this still night.
And she whispered to the Clock-Master,
Eyes napkin-soaked in the sleeves of her gown,
'Give it back',
Author notes
- Amarathene Lover - LittleKnowItAll
- And she whispered to the clock-master, give it back, A whisper on the breeze ( I used both for inspiration)
A contest entry
- Wilting In Time -- Pic Prompt by VoltaicHypnosis.
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Comments
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"loves" is possessive of the door, so it should be 'love's'
nice imagery thanks for entering -
This is lovely darling, really some gorgeous imagery. Well done.
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