-Deceit-
Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

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The uneven winds blow

Dark hair curls about her face

Thunder boils where she walks

Her eyes dart in her face misplaced

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A storm brews in all hearts

The townspeople scatter to the winds

No one wants to see the darts

Of death come traveling in

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Tears arise as raindropes fall

Attacking each hopeful soul

Who once had a dream to fulfill

Now lays to the earth Life out of control

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Her footsteps make the crunch of gravel sound

No one looks up for fear of who passes by

On such a deadly hour as this

Quiet as dead they lay there not even a sigh

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Her voice soothes over the mountains

The skies above turn to shades of pink

One by one the people gaze up with hope burning eyes

The beginning of life begins again or so they wish to think

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-WonderGeek-

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