Night

a tortured soul
a misused innocense
an abused soul
falling and bending
surrendering to all that's lost
all that's left
look upon her face
she is beautiful

plant her into the night
become the dead lily
plant her into the fire
and watch her blaze
a fire red rose



Poetry by jacy
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Written on 2006-01-31 at 11:42

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