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A gothic soul!
As i walked the path
of desolation in silence,
smells of darkness and fear
crept in cadence.
The hour was witching
and the path few trodden,
uncanny things happen here~
says, lurks a soul of a woman.
The moon was glorious
which kept the darkness' pride,
but it calmed no evil..
Unbeknown, i trotted the site.
Dreadfully chilled was I,
my fearheartedness!
when my very eyes
laid on a dark figure close-by;
indeed a woman
in a long black dress,
sitting still and quite,
her face pale and white.
of desolation in silence,
smells of darkness and fear
crept in cadence.
The hour was witching
and the path few trodden,
uncanny things happen here~
says, lurks a soul of a woman.
The moon was glorious
which kept the darkness' pride,
but it calmed no evil..
Unbeknown, i trotted the site.
Dreadfully chilled was I,
my fearheartedness!
when my very eyes
laid on a dark figure close-by;
indeed a woman
in a long black dress,
sitting still and quite,
her face pale and white.
Published 15th Feb 2015
| Edited 24th Feb 2015
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15th Feb 2015 2:22pm
Quite good - like the clever fearheartedness and the mood you establish - but you might do an edit - little things like a plural 'smells' of darkness and fear and looking for a descriptor less used than luminous for moon.
16th Feb 2015 3:13pm
