Post by Nimiane on Dec 17, 2009 21:07:13 GMT -8
Lying on the Stairs
She runs down the stairs, her eyes all afire
A guest sits in the room, waiting for her,
but that isn't why she is running.
The reason is a different person,
a person who lies on the stairs
The person's long hair splays out around them,
stained by the blood that soaks the carpet.
She kneels beside them, and cries.
Her guest comes out from the living room,
and is shocked by the sight.
There is nothing to be done,
they are dead.
And she cries.
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It's more of a story than a poem, but.... And I have no idea where it came from either... Oh well. =)
She runs down the stairs, her eyes all afire
A guest sits in the room, waiting for her,
but that isn't why she is running.
The reason is a different person,
a person who lies on the stairs
The person's long hair splays out around them,
stained by the blood that soaks the carpet.
She kneels beside them, and cries.
Her guest comes out from the living room,
and is shocked by the sight.
There is nothing to be done,
they are dead.
And she cries.
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It's more of a story than a poem, but.... And I have no idea where it came from either... Oh well. =)
