December White Owl

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Facing danger, but slaying any form of trouble to stay united with the one you love.

Submitted: June 05, 2017

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Trees withered bent so old . Corpses bathed by blood and snow. In the drifts of heaven hearts are true. In the lonely wind, I call to you. Fragrant pines with aroma nearbye. I load the chamber to say goodbye. Jagged ice and eyes of prize. I murdered baby Jane for that I must die . Valentine ,love so devine we will shine on the other side. Over the hills the white owl flies. When the trumpet sounds my love will rise. Glow of warmth as pretty as a dream. She marches to the beat of a killing machine. In the mist of the debris; I search for her lost soul. The white owl follows the north star home. Ghost by the gun we wait for the night... to forever hold us young . .


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