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Lady in Black
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death Everyone at the ball
entertaining themselves
With gossip and chat
Music blaring
Then everything comes to a halt
and all eyes turn to
The Lady in black.
Down the stairs
she seems to glide
The focus on her
continued to rise
The middle of the dance floor
was where she stopped...
She removed her delicate pale hands
from her side
and carried a knife to her throat
one swift stroke
and the blade fell from her grasp
Screams from the crowd...
as she fell to the ground
and once again
all eyes were on
The Lady in Black.
Great poem. its really chilling and creates an amzing picture in your mind.
your poems rock chloe. i envy u immensly.
love lily
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I love this poem! It's so dark and haunting! I think there was a time in my life where I could remember being that Lady in Black... although, it took 2 of my friends to bust the door down to stop me - It was loverly. I will read more of your poems very soon!
-Aurora Noir