The Red Leaves Quivered;
Slowly They Began To Die,
In The Changing Breeze
A Crimson Heart Hurt,
In A Wind No Longer Warm;
It No Longer Kind
A Raven Had Called,
Sobbing In A Dying Tree;
The Sun Was Setting
A Full Moon Had Rose,
But The Wolf No Longer Sang,
For She Had No Song
Frost Covered The Earth,
Slowly The Crimpson Faded;
The World All But Ice
Sydney
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
The Red Leaves Quivered;
Slowly They Began To Die,
In The Changing Breeze
A Crimson Heart Hurt,
In A Wind No Longer Warm;
It No Longer Kind
A Raven Had Called,
Sobbing In A Dying Tree;
The Sun Was Setting
A Full Moon Had Rose,
But The Wolf No Longer Sang,
For She Had No Song
Frost Covered The Earth,
Slowly The Crimpson Faded;
The World All But Ice
Sydney
My Dad Said I Should Get Back To Writing..
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