The lady called death
#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...
to her cold abode
she walks swiftly with the wind
deceiving the mind of people while she crumbles their soul to achieve her goal
feasting on the red liquid from the body like a vampire stopping when they...
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...
to her cold abode
she walks swiftly with the wind
deceiving the mind of people while she crumbles their soul to achieve her goal
feasting on the red liquid from the body like a vampire stopping when they...