Lady Death
Lady death sweeps through the lands. Killing everything with her hands. She gracefully kills, Like all of her frills. Making family's mourn, On the comming morning.This was written for my Grandfather who died September 24th. This poem was about my feelings of his death. Written September 25th, 2001 © on Mar 22 2002 03:26 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Lady death sweeps through the lands...."