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by kelsey   Nov 24, 2005


Cold as winter, strong as stone;
She feared the darkness all alone.
A mirage; a recollection.
No return; no turning back.
The past is gone, the future, black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt;
She hunts the shadow.
The moon is risen;
She stands below.
She views her world through the eyes of others.
Black and white;
There are no colors,
As she looks down upon a shattered youth.
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Ali

    Wow cool poem i really like it it has a good flow to it....5/5 keep it up