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Crypt angel
written by The grey raven09:01 PM 10/12/04Curled up
Alone.................
Its dark
She can't see a thing in front of her
Where is she
The floor is wooden and rotting
The smell of decomposing flesh fills the air
Warily she stands up
Squints her eyes in an attempt to see
She can make out strange shapes
Forming the landscape in front of her
She takes a step and hears the bones crunch
Under her feet
Slowly
She opens her wings
Crouches down
And springs up into the air
With an almighty flap of her wings
Shes out of the chamber
Full of cadavers rotting slowly
Takes a breath
And now faces the cemetary outside |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by NiteStalker (10-16-2004 - 07:06 AM)
| this poem made me picture an angel of that sort... |
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