The Darkest Hour

by K6   Mar 16, 2015


As darkness seems to prevail.
The light that shined throughout the day seems to fade.
Over the hills wolves howl, the sounds that go through past our gates.

Are heard over a distance in the night gale.
It gets freezing and every steel, metallic, ironic object becomes as cold as ice.
She shivers in the dark with the breeze passing through her broken glass windows.

Horrified, scared and hopeless as the clock hits mid-night.
She gets frightened and coils her body with no warmth as she cries.
Her heart filled with nothing but emptiness inside.
As still as a log she remains, without a single movement of muscle from her limbs.

Her iron door knob becomes to rust as it gets misty.
Without a care in the world, as she gets haunted by pain.
Her skin shreds without reason as blood leaks, why.
Death came to claim her odious life in the darkest hour of time.
Pieces of her dry hair that used to be silky smooth flutters to the floor.

As she respires her last moments as her eyes become flooded with tears.
She couldn't live to see another day as she gets buried in her grave.
In the depths of thee earth where her skin will rot and get fed by insects that dwell in deep below.

She tried to battle her ending, but she lost as she fell to her demise.
A young soul so kind, but her passing felt no remorse.

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