12-13-2012, 01:19 PM
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She stood, beautiful; against the cold dead grey
His presence looming closer
His bitter expanse surrounded her
Setting hope into silhouette
I told you, did I not?
His venomous lips spat
Frost bitten hands gripped her throat
I am your great castigator
A malignant instrument
Not even heaven can turn my chiding eye
I swear it
You will die
She stood defiant
Her hope seemed viscous
His grip intensified
As we watched, silent, to the death of a flower
She stood, beautiful; against the cold dead grey
His presence looming closer
His bitter expanse surrounded her
Setting hope into silhouette
I told you, did I not?
His venomous lips spat
Frost bitten hands gripped her throat
I am your great castigator
A malignant instrument
Not even heaven can turn my chiding eye
I swear it
You will die
She stood defiant
Her hope seemed viscous
His grip intensified
As we watched, silent, to the death of a flower
Quote:Edit something
The onset of winter or The death of a flower
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Her survival, slender against the cold dead grey
His vast bitterness surrounded her
Setting hope into silhouette
I told you did I not?
His venomous lips spat
Frost bitten hands gripped her throat
I am your great castigator
A malignant instrument
Not even heaven can turn my chiding eye
I swear it
You will die
Her stance defiant
His grasp murderous
Her hope viscous
His grip intensifies
The sentence
Death
Just seconds
Silence.......
Quote:Old edit
Her slender figure stood beautiful against the cold dead grey
His vast presence loomed ever closer
She knew him
His other side so kind
Now a villain set to one end
He besieged her
Casting hope into silhouette
I told you did I not
His venomous lips spat
Frost bitten hands gripped her throat
I am your great castigator
A malignant instrument set from on high
Not even heaven can turn my chiding eye
I swear it now you will die
His murderous grasp tightened
Defiant she stood
Her hope seemed viscous
Even as his hold intensified
Draining air from life giving lungs
Knowing after death would come life
With elegant grace she gave up the fight
And the world watched on in silence to the death of a flower







