Faith tested within the fire of flames running amuck the rose’s thorns cringing. Upon these days are the men stained and tainted with the sin of murder in self defense. To claim a prize known among this salutary country that of which is proud of...
Complete - War - Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Horror - Chapters: 1 - Words: 555 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 11-12-08 - Published: 11-12-08
Cast aside along with the cape they rot in harmony with tambourines still playing in soul; The dress begins to wither away and rust along with her life
The doll’s fingers cease to obey her frantic command to move The wind bores and leaves the presence of the frenzied Porcelain I have a deviantart where I will post my poems
Joy is dead; but this is a wonder that may not be carried on as the previous colors of emotions. Will the artist ever finish? I'm 13 and my friend encouraged me to submit my poems. They might be horrible. Bear with me.