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Constance (Revised)

Contributed by Crimson_ROse on Friday, 24th December 2004 @ 11:49:53 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Who was it to choose?
My awful fate
Trapped in a void
Death was a pure journey

I used to have a name,
The name for a little angel like me
Born to die, if not born to live
I was so young, but to mature

My name was Constance,
Myself was to die,
A mere child of the tender age of nine
Given riches & attention

It was horrible, my death
Stabbed, by the woman I thought was my mother
The devil she was, she hated me so
Jealousy corrupted her very being

As I watched myself on the grimy floor,
Scarlet Blood surrounded my young body
The weapon still held in my wicked mothers hand
It was my fathers dagger, now he’ll never see my lively face again

At my funeral tears were shed like rain
The sky was bleak; a dense fog had blown in
People were standing around, all dressed in depressing black
I was lowered in the ground, were I shall lie forever.




Copyright © Crimson_ROse ... [ 2004-12-24 11:49:53]
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Re: Constance (Revised) (User Rating: 1 )
by jjones12 on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 07:25:12 PM AEST
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You made me cry again. it was great!
=jen=


Re: Constance (Revised) (User Rating: 1 )
by jjones12 on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 07:25:13 PM AEST
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You made me cry again. it was great!
=jen=




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