HollowsA Poem by AbbyTheir crimson eyes Stare blindly, Times enemy, Cursing their mortality.
Fury rising From their fingertips, Stars beckon On a blistering night.
The moonshine, Hollowed from the echoes Of their Bleeding hearts.
Dug into flesh, Tears dripped to dust, Blinding pain, The colour ripped from their eyes.
Stained. Tainted.
Dark eternity forevermore. Flow, the streams of light. © 2011 AbbyAuthor's Note
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Added on April 24, 2011 Last Updated on April 24, 2011 Author
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