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5/9/2018 1:01:39 PM

Jenny Dillon
Posts: 9

White's fleeting beauty would never last,
She is now a ghost of the girl in the past
She talks with a voice that could shatter glass
She finds joy in the horrors that have come to pass.

Her face twists with an ugly grin
As you see the ice that lies within.
Anger claims Red's fighting limbs
His is a fire that always wins,
Bubbling, boiling, white-hot rage
Spills over from its iron cage.

He burns her castle to the ground
Her frost sinks in flames and drowns.

Black comes in a mask of sorrow,
Shook by the thought that there's no tomorrow.
Black swallows whole the spirits' cries
And their darkness spreads across the skies.

The air turns dark with the glooming grey
As shadows rush to sweep you away.

would love some feedback, thanks

edited by Writingwords on 5/9/2018

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