Poetry
				Drip Drip, drip, drip The sound of melancholy days reminiscent of her. Drip, drip, drip The sound of madness swirling through my head. Drip, drip, drip The sound of pain and suffering, coming from the spot where she lays. Drip, drip, drip The sound of torture and memories of betrayal. Drip, drip, drip The sound of death permeating my ears forever. Drip, drip, drip The sound of her blood staining the inner sanctum of my soul.		She Walks She walks in the valley amongst the wildflowers She gazes at the clear blue sky She hears the birds singing She runs to him, laughing like a child He sits under the magnolia tree Thinking about what could have been He wipes his tear-streaked face With her favorite lace handkerchief She stands before him in confusion Why doesn’t he hold her? He just sits and weeps Not even looking at her face He takes the ring from his pocket And lets the diamond sparkle in the sun Why did she have to be taken Before they had a chance to be one Her eyes light up At the sight of the shimmering jewel She reaches her hand out to him But he doesn’t take it He rises from the ground, sobbing And stares out at the open field With a scream he heaves the ring Into the field of green She walks in the valley amongst the wildflowers But does not see the clear blue skies The birds’ song mocks her As she fades into the sunlight
		First to Go Black roses on her grave The shattered hearts of the innocent And the cries of things to come Her lifeless eyes can still see From beyond she rules Never forgiving the crimes of man Always watching and waiting Their time will come too There is no pain anymore Just the memories of a life torn apart And the longing for her companions There will be justice served But she is forever silent No one will now of the torment in life There is only one way to learn And she will be the teacher
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