Original Dark Poetry


"Her Soul"

by Vernon "Blake" Rose

I lost my one true love
she never saw it coming
her dress was as white as a dove
I sat there as she was dying

She was a Wiccan priestess
She was a Pagan child
Now I hold her blood soaken dress
Why she had to be so wild

Now she is fucked
She has no where to turn
She could not luck out
Now she will burn

Her mortality
I don't know how to grieve
This fucked up reality
Now I want to leave

I never told her how I really felt
I live in regret
No way I could have dealt
I wish I could go back to the day we met

Now I worry about her soul


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