She was left alone at blue moon time. A time to hear a time to be dear. Shouts of hope could be heard for miles and miles. She screamed
the loudest tone of a scream. Like yelling with black colors driping out of her mouth.
She yelled some more this time with a roar. Like a lion at night looking for a mate. No one could heard this poor girl scream. Was it a dream?
Her tone grew cold like she was getting old. Out of her mouth was yells of frost. Her breath gave her away. Of all nights upon nights why was it this
night when no one could hear her scream. She cried and cried teardrops of ice.
Now she is away without a sound she is 6 feet in the ground!
edit on 4 7 2016 by Quantum12 because: (no reason
edit on 4 7 2016 by Quantum12 because: (no reason given)
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