Walk Away
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
Beauty does not an angel make
Now left to rot for her mistake
A graveyard plot a simple wake
Her soul to take, her soul to take
She’s laid to rest beneath a mound
Unwelcomed guest in hallowed ground
Upon her chest dark sins abound
There is no sound, there is no sound
Now turned away from heaven’s gate
No need to pray for it’s too late
To her dismay … there’s no debate
A sinner’s fate, a sinner’s fate
O dead and gone no need to weep
A broken pawn her soul to keep
Beneath the lawn she’s buried deep
O let her sleep, O let her sleep






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I believe I may have read this poem before, but I had to drop in for another peek at your muse's artistry. Impressive work with the monotetra, perfectly showcasing the darkness of the subject matter. I'm wishing you the best in the contest!!












































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