The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
Troop's letter
I have this rage deep inside my soul...
Devastated heart, broken dignity, dead faces
Fallen roses, shattered petals, deserted places...
A shadow's cast on barren land
of nothing but this crimson sand...
There,
deep inside the coal mine was pitch black...
This situation is most queer,
my lawn gnome has moved ever near...
-this might be really strange...but i just wrote...
I saw you first in the emergency room...
Mountains rose high in a sky turning
purple with splashes of lilac and gold...
Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
"All that we are is the result of what we...
-Buddha...
She picks up the pen in her trembling hand
And she writes for as long as her body can stand...