The Only ColorA Poem by Sporadic SoulThis is the first part of the story "Alive but Dead"Once there was a woman "A witch" she was named as Her life was a dull picture A mixture of gray and black Another color in the picture was a sin She had a daughter whose father was a traveler who abandoned her Before the sun was even up After the passionate night The daughter was beautiful Serene and fragile She was always near death Her mother, who treasured her most Treasured the only bright color she had Tried to fight the sickness But it was stronger Not everyday was a day Some days were nights That day was one of them When death finally took her The only beauty she had Desperate and lonely She used it again The power which will bring her back A small cold bottle She placed atop her chest In it was the dark of her powers... (to be continued)
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Added on January 18, 2014 Last Updated on January 18, 2014 Tags: black magic, fiction, witch, dark powers, serene, beauty AuthorSporadic SoulIligan City, Lanao del Norte, PhilippinesAboutSporadic Soul keeps on wandering and wondering. I'm 15. I'm young. And I love to write. My dream is to become an author someday. I'm still working on my novel right now. more..Writing
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