Lone Wolf

Sat, 07/27/2013 - 15:22 -- penvue

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Smoldered eyes stare back in a glaze

Her purple lips and skin like a maze

The icy touch of Death is bare

The color of death in her strands of hair 

Her flesh now paler than snow

As she lie in her grave below 

Fingers intertwined with one another

In hopes that they will remember 

Descending down into a dream

Not a glitter of hope could ever gleam

Alone in the pit of darkness's embrace

She is lost and gone without a trace...

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