Death
The darkness covers the worn body holding fear,
The end of her days hath come near
Long she has awaited this, she won't shed a tear.
This world has been anything but kind,her body covered in scars.
She awaits her time,
Even though fear is in her veins,
But she won't let her trails go in vain.
The sky begins to turn from blue to a shade of blood,
Vengeance of her enemies,comes upon her like a flood.
The ground slowly turns to bones,
Underneath her broken body,She holds a sigh,
Closing her eyes,
They cannot hurt her now,
No matter how hard they try.
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2014
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