Story of the Cave

October 28, 2010
By Anonymous

When they are asleep
She’s all alone
Left for the dead to keep

Her mind kicks and screams
Tries not to think
Tries not to dream

And death appears
So white and cold
Her visage of tears

Shines like silk rain
She cannot grasp
The starving pain

The place she rots
In which she lives
Inside God’s thoughts

Fleeting and mild
The whisper she lives
Blesses the child

And then

She falls through fire
And sings the hymns
From Lucifer’s choir

She knows them well
From when she was born
An infant in Hell

The author's comments:
I wrote this for my creative writing class

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