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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![]() Senior Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 913 Joined: Feb 2005 Member No: 101,212 ![]() |
I like it. It makes me feel like I am in a grave yard.
![]() QUOTE A breeze across my ankles ::goosebumps:: ![]() |
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