June 25, 2011
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She spent her life in darkness
With envy in her eyes
Hating their silvery, beating hearts
And all that they implied.

She spent her days in weaving
With purest silver thread.
She spent her days in waiting
‘Till all of them were dead.

Their beating hearts were silver;
Their pulsing souls were grey.
She spent her life in loathing
Of things they’d do and say.

She passed her years despising
The threads that were their lives.
She spent her life in darkness
With envy in her eyes.

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Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 10:43 pm


It was awesome. I think this is a very fitting description of the greek Furies :)

Garnet77 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 2, 2011 at 1:37 am
Furies, Fates, whatever. I really love this poem. The rhymes are a nice touch, and the flow is perfect, as well as the imagery. I love the repitition of this at the beginning and the end: "She spent her life in darkness/With envy in her eyes." Amazing!!! :)
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