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that her husband did not bother to go to court. Instead he buried her body beneath the walls, Where she would be accompanied by all her dolls. She wander aimlessly every night, Her soul taken in by the tainted moonlight. |
She wander aimlessly every night,
Her soul taken in by the tainted moonlight.
For the night she was murdered,
her husband was tortured,
| Cynthia Marie is a California Free Radical |
For the night she was murdered, her husband was tortured, By the rhythmic beat of her sacred heart. Down came the ax, Her body had collapsed. She laid there still, Had he really killed, The one true love, That might have stolen his heart. Sleeplessly walking down a narrowed path, A heartless man with a haunting past. |
| Haunting |
Haunting: copyright 2006 Sleeplessly walking down a narrowed path, Darkened walls with a haunting past. What lies beneath the coats of paint, Would be the beat of the absolute faint. Whispers entail of a tale so horrid, Where a womans dread would become her torment. Her life and dreams were cut so short, |
| This is a new poem that I just created, its called Haunting I hope you enjoy it! Its a bit on the Poe side....I really love his work....let me know what you think! There are a couple of hidden meanings to it in the first couple of lines....so check it out! |
