posted on Aug, 30 2009 @ 12:55 AM
Years passed by, she was a ghost, caught in time and was gazing from afar, alone in her room. Startling memories crept through of a frozen
Crippled by the startling revelation of the shattered memories that drifted unfoldingly, echoing through a whirling storm of endless pain.
She shivered and blocked the images away. She bathed and later
slipped on her red laced dress and placed on her rose perfume. Her long silky dark hair sprang low beneath her breasts, and gently curled in tiny
ringlets. The aroma of sweet scented rose highlighted the room.
She lifted the mirror and cast a glance toward her reflection, a smile sprang from the corner of her mouth as she posed her lips in an admiring mock
at the image of the face that appeared into the glass mirror.
Pondering at the sight she gasped and let out a cry, "It's of no use?"
The darkness returned and the memories flashed and raged within her soul. Feeling cursed, crushed and wounded, she wept mournfully.
Her soul returned bitter and frozen again as she floated once more into the sea on a bed of ice, feeling distant and vague nowhere to be seen nowhere
to be found, but drifting out to sea.
If only she'll face the Sunlight again,
the music shall play once more.
[edit on 30-8-2009 by catalyst2466]