SONG OF WOE
The crimson sky and the wind’s cold embrace
Was all that eased the pain of the sad soul
A smile to shield the sadness on her face
Uncertain if she’s ready of the fall
The crows pried as she trembled on the edge
“Fly, be free” A voice so calming whispered
Her blank eyes wondered and ventured the ledge
The grim fate awaits the soul who suffered
She knew she was an angel denied love
Lost herself so she called darkness, her friend
Sang of woe maybe they’ll hear her above
Asked for a sign, but no this was her end
And so now the light fades- the sun has set
She opens her arms, took step- no reset
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 2:30 PM UTC
SONG OF WOE
The crimson sky and the wind’s cold embrace
Was all that eased the pain of the sad soul
A smile to shield the sadness on her face
Uncertain if she’s ready of the fall
The crows pried as she trembled on the edge
“Fly, be free” A voice so calming whispered
Her blank eyes wondered and ventured the ledge
The grim fate awaits the soul who suffered
She knew she was an angel denied love
Lost herself so she called darkness, her friend
Sang of woe maybe they’ll hear her above
Asked for a sign, but no this was her end
And so now the light fades- the sun has set
She opens her arms, took step- no reset
death calls
awaits
you
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