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|I was reading alot of elfwood stories, and this came to mind... I might see if I can draw it!||
An Angel Broken.
Upon the rift of time and space
A figure bent, a formless grace;
Slouched against the colourless stone –
Broken by the last unknown.
Dark threads fall across her face
Whilst tears try to win the race
Across smooth expressionless skin
To drip slowly from her chin.
Would it be she was left to die ?
Could it be the tears left to dry?
Should the hand pressed against the stone,
Fall away with her last moan?
For emotion tied with hope and pain
Should never have been seen a game
A form draped across lasting chill
Lacking hope, lacking will.
And while white wings shiver in the light
Black wings blossom with the night.
And whilst features fade away,
Red lips slowly turn to grey.
|Prologue - Sheni||Chapter Three - Sheni|
|From Night to Day||Chosen I - The First to Live|
|Chapter Two - Sheni|