Deathly hallows

Monday, 1 July 2019


Like shinning stars,
Dead inside,
Like wilting lily flowers,
The depicting story of death resides,
In the cankerous urban towers

Pallid, ashen face smiles,
As the tides of anger ebb,
The midnight train is passing by,
The weight of hope is shed.

Hopeless, dejected, she roams alone,
In the bleak mid-winter weather, 
Alas! A part of her is dead!
As the other is put together

For the fire within is still burning bright,
She is fighting under the raging light,
To claim what her body denies
And live until the fire survives.
  
So when she's gone don't mourn her death,
For every flower that once bloomed,
Should die,
Mourn as she withers fool!
Mourn as you deny her, her right. 


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