by Zetta Yale   Apr 22, 2005

Hastened darkness, Flutter of wings.
Poor circulation, pulsating veins.
Chilling cool air, wisps through the shadows.
A ravens caws and the light is gone.
Death has come again.


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  • 13 years ago

    by ~*Ley*~

    I like it. it's not bad.

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