Lady of the Dark

May 21, 2008
she walks into the moon light
yet all in her path
the colours of the world
turn to white and black
the emptiness in her eyes
the age takes over her...
fading... she dies
theres no one at her funeral
theres no need for a grave
her family doesnt greive her
no friends were in her way
for they new she only weeped
no one really cared
that she was drifting into an eternal sleep
noone really knew her
noone really cared
but her values which she treasured
when she died was never shared
and the flowers they stayed faded
and could never be repaired
now as she looks down
On this God forsaken earth,
She laughs at all the people
Who now realize her worth.

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