Broken Spirits

October 31, 2008
She is battered by the breeze
tumbling from a summer storm
floating lightly, with no ease -
she fights to keep her chilled arms warm
There are torn ribbons hanging down
remaining from her ripped up soul

She tries and tries
with no avail
To keep herself completely there
As destroyed hearts keep
tumbling down
She does feel that this is fair
For all the spirits she did kill
will jovially meet her there
and she will know, yes
She will know
That now is her last breath of air

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