The Alabaster Angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
In thought of a friend

Submitted: June 15, 2012

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God damn I had the chance and lost it.  Her alabaster skin has slipped through these blasted fingers once again.  Such beauty tossed in the wind and carried away by the western sea breeze.  Flown right through my chest grasping at a specticle of life clinging to a bouldering frame.  Away in the night she ran so far away in the night to a fight she could not fight.  Laying cold in the sand on a western beach laying motionless for all to see.  So lost so cold so pale.  The moon doth shine on her alabaster skin the sun doth incenerate.  Leaving no hope for the grasp of man to identify.  Why does she scream?  Scream into the night with out an ounce of fright.  The coldest moon pale enough to stop the face of death in his tracks to conceal the pain in the pens and needles of this mans plight.


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