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Mourning Sun

Contributed by blackmarker on Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 04:42:23 PM in AEST
Topic: fantasy



Sasha and Kirby are copyright to me. :)


Silent Sasha is a young girl,
With long hair, flowing and brown.
Her eyes shine dark, like amber,
Upon her brow there rests a crown.

Entwined with shimmering silver,
Glistening rubies and pearls, too.
The final touch, a single star,
Plucked from the sky, midnight blue.

Silent Sasha cannot speak,
She utters ne’er a word
But speaks volumes with hollow eyes,
Like lonesome mockingbirds.

Her pouty pillow-lips,
Soft and rosy red
Were sewn together one fateful night,
With dull needle and thread.

She had the loveliest singing voice,
Poor Silent Sasha dear.
Humming lullabies like a babbling brook,
Tinkling, soft and clear.

But Sasha’s bitter sister Kirby,
O how she envied her so!
With her sweet voice and pretty face,
It was time for Sasha to go!

She took up a blunt needle,
And strong thread made of white.
She sewed her lips shut tightly,
And stole her into the night.

She dragged her through their palace,
Out among the blackened trees
Where the wild creatures stare,
And death floats upon the breeze.

She pulled Sasha through the grass,
Kissed with the morning dew.
She pushed Sasha into a ravine,
Where pale pink blossoms blew.

Down and down, poor Sasha fell,
Through grass and weeds she sailed.
Then, of a sudden, her descent ceased
As her gentle heart was impaled.

She watched her blood flow freely,
O’er the cracked tree branch.
With the dirt, blood mingled,
And her skin began to blanch.

As the mourning sun rose up,
Above the horizon gold
It swallowed the deceitful shadows
And heated her body, cold.




Copyright © blackmarker ... [ 2004-12-08 16:42:23]
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Re: Mourning Sun (User Rating: 1 )
by daydreamer22 on Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 05:12:18 PM AEST
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awww....thats so sad...great write though...keep it up..

Awaiting your next...
~*ME*~


Re: Mourning Sun (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothchyk on Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 10:27:35 PM AEST
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Great write. You can never read too many fairy tales, even if they do have a sad ending.




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