Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
One last time her eyes dart towards the sky
Before she says her final goodbye
The end is nigh
and she, she cries
Recounts her crimes
And all the times
That she made the wrong choice
How others took her voice
Those boys that destroyed her when she was young
Those Lies that stung and stung
While among the crowd that watches with pitchforks by their sides
She sees first spirits that will act as her guides
Towards the land of fire
While she will rest her tired body on the pyre
Her eyes closed
Is it the nothingness she fears the most?
Or is it the unknown?
click, snap and one final groan
Retro Jan 2019
You can be a King or a Street Sweeper, But everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.
-Robert Alton Harris

— The End —