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In the still of the night, beneath the pale moon's gleam,
Lies a tale of terror, a most harrowing dream.
A girl with a secret, a burden to bear,
In the heart of the darkness, her soul trapped in despair.
She walks through the shadows, her lips tightly sealed,
For her voice holds a power that must not be revealed.
A curse from the past, a dark family lore,
To speak of her secret, her life to be no more.
Innocence lost in a world full of dread,
She treads on the edge of the living and dead.
Her eyes tell the story, a silent lament,
A tale of the haunted, a life misspent.
No words escape her, no solace she'll find,
As the spirits around her, in torment, entwined.
She's the keeper of silence, a cursed, lonely fate,
In the depths of her nightmare, she'll eternally wait.
The night winds do whisper, the shadows do creep,
As the girl in the darkness, her silence she'll keep.
For her voice is forbidden, a curse to her soul,
In the heart of this horror, her story unfolds.
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Comments (2)
This was so heartbreaking and poignant! I loved it!
This is so sad, but a great poem.