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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:15 pm
The dark of the night fills the room
She is alone tonight,
With her two cats
The candle fades
as the wind passes through the window
A bitter cold rush leaves her hair standing still
The cats flee, and the mirror above the fire falls.
A glimps of herself before it breaks
Shes caught in vanities disgrace
All that is everything to her
Is fixing to break apart.
Lust led her relationship to fall
Elegant lace fixing to be burned in the flames.
She thought she was just burning his last note,
But fate had it's own way of dealing with this little disgrace
She dropped the letter,
As it caught flame another breeze flew by
It landed on the carpet...
Catching it's way quickly around the room.
Fate leaves her two decisions,
Leave beauty and elegance, or die in the flames.
To cross means life, but what is she with out the masks?
Nothing, but an ugly soul.
Fate makes her decide quickly, as the walls are replaced
By the anger and dismay she brought to others.
She can't cross the flames.
Her life was marked,
A beautiful girl loses her life to vanity
All she had to do was cross the flames.
What is a few scars for a burned corpse?
She chose death...
Which one will YOU choose?
~A~
P.S. Okay... I wrote this just now...
Sucky, I know...
But so many people base their lives on things such as Vanity, Lust, Greed, and Pride...
But what are they without them?
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 12:50 pm
I like this very much. You have a wonderful way of painting a picture--it's a good dramatic short story. It could do without that last question (makes it a tad cheezey), but besides that i think it's great. I also admire the message behind it.
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