Wandering, spirits, eyes souless and cold |
Wandering, spirits, eyes souless and cold |
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![]() My name's Katt. Nice to meet you! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 3,826 Joined: Jan 2005 Member No: 93,674 ![]() |
Wandering
The fog is dense, Gravestones scattered, Old and broken, Chipped and battered, A breeze across my ankles, Sent the lost spirits sad and haunting, Their eyes souless and cold, This life they're always wanting, While melancholy's all they hold, Forever deep within, Where once there was a heart, a soul, Of which they can't retrieve again. I don't think I did a particularly good job on this one, but I decided to put it up anyway. Critique and comments appreciated. |
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![]() Bardic Nation ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 1,113 Joined: Aug 2004 Member No: 38,059 ![]() |
where's the rest of it? how did they get that way, why are they that way, will they be that way forever?
om gosh... that needs work. If you wanted just a powerful description you shouldn't have been so mellow. |
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