The Darklady
Though she prayed on those in moments of silence, I let it not go,
So she looked so innocent just like mother, say its just not so,
but the darkness of her heart,
as pale, but will pierce, as a love so sour and tart,
as she fell apart,
I say old witch your really are not that smart,
as we know the devil never dies, just travels on its broken down cart,we seem to want to give to a monster, what tares our lives apart.
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2017
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