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The Queen

Just look through the light darkness at the top of a rocky cliff, the queen of all dark angels watches.
She stands with pride
Her eyes pierce through the hot darkness, burning cold.
Her soft pelt hides her in the mist.

Inside this beautiful dark angel lives her sweet sorrow.
Magical.
The midnight sun sets.
The queen parts her jowls & sings her silent song.
The paramount passed to each queen.
She bounds into the dark misty pine, taking her north.
Never to be seen again.





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shinegirl24 said...
Feb. 28, 2011 at 3:25 pm

Woah! This is really good. I loved it! Keep writing! :)

 

 
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