Thirteen

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Thirteen

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Thirteen

Poem by: PromisedSword

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Genre: Horror

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Wednesday's child is full of woe...

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Wednesday's child is full of woe...

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Submitted: March 22, 2008

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Submitted: March 22, 2008

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Thirteen
 
A child of Wednesday, full of strife
Was forcibly torn into the world’s cruel life.
Now back the road from whence she came;
She walks to death and to darkness again.
 
Knowledge fueled by petty desire,
Has burnt the hand reach’d to the fire.
And a moonlit graveyard sets the scene
For the final dance of Nevermore’s queen.
 
‘Behold to all that do pass by,
As you are now, so once was I…
As I am now so you must be,
Prepare for
death and follow me.’
 
Beauty’s evil twin reflection
Marred the ‘face of her complexion.
The elegance of midnight hides her face;
She’s all tied up in her leather and lace.
 
Her inner demons sway and skip
To the tune of a beater’s whip.
The soul’s release has come too late
To block the tears; the pain; the hate.
 
‘Behold to all that do pass by,
As you are now, so once was I…
As I am now so you must be,
Prepare for
death and follow me.’
 
The pain is rising; the petals fall
The death of one will save us all.
For in the end it came to this:
They killed the one no man would miss.
 
A demon child, into evil slipping;
With wings of night come shadows ripping.
An echo of a memory time forgot
Tells her it has come to naught.
 
A child of Wednesday, full of woe
Handed a fate she did not sow;
And when she dies, bound in a spell
She ‘leashed on the world a living hell.


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