Lost Girl

She lassoed the moon
Stole the stars from the sky
Switched off the sun
Let the light simply die

She siphoned the air
Suppressed love’s last breath
Claiming victory was hers
As he fell to his death

And as last one standing
She refused to concede
That her spite and her bitterness
Had made her heart bleed

And with ice in her veins
And a stone that beat not
Her hatred engrossed her
As she started to rot

Then the skies all turned black
And the darkness consumed
The lost girl, so tormented
Now dead in her tomb.

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Emotions

There’s the nice or there’s the nasty
There’s the good or there’s the bad
There’s the fun or there’s the serious
There’s those who are happy or who are sad

There’s the content or there’s the angry
There’s the pleasant or unkind
There’s the elated or the grieving
There are those with hope or fearful mind

There’s the surprised and the indifferent
There’s the proud or the ashamed
There’s generous or the greedy
There are those known and those unnamed

There’s the relieved and the frustrated
There’s those that restrict or give liberty
Lives of contrasting emotions
But which today will set us free?