Now She Sleeps With The Ravens

She lays in the muddy ditch that is cluttered with crunchy leaves of peach, yellow, and red. Smothered with dirt and blood. Her clothes are tattered and tarnished. Her fair skin is littered with cuts and bruises, it is fair no more. A crevace leaking crimson on the dark mud from her chest can be easily seen as she rests in the ditch with a peacful yet fearful look on her face. The blood that flows in her veins is now cold and still, she is dead. She was betrayed by the thing that most people never find, by the thing that everyone knows as "blind". She was betrayed by love. She fell for its beguiling ways, and now pays for it with her heart torn from her chest, and her blood pouring flawlessly from the hole it created. She had fallen victim to its lies, and now death takes her in elequaint bliss. Tossed over the railing on the side of the road, her corpse stays there until it is discovered by a weary driver or other traveler. Where the world will forever leave her there to rot and decompose for her mistake. Dusk falls upon this once fair maden. Falls upon the place where now she sleeps with the ravens. 

Reviews

[PaperLife]

This is deep, empowering and true. The depth of the words stirs around the thoughts of love and lost love. How it's edible in the most true sense. TO delve into a new sunrise. The words echo around the pain and suffering of the trickeries found deep within the things we hold most dear. The things we give our lives to and how sometimes, sometimes they end up killing us. Harming us. Defying the reasons for hope once set out in our worlds so dark. The depth behind the sleeping with Ravens nearly gives me chill bumps. The victim of life once lived is what this is. I love this. Deeply indefinably strong with every word you've written here. Very well done. :)

[Tapher]

well thank you for understanding how things are, its good to see a review i dont get much of those now a days :p