Was It Her Fate?
I can hear a cry of anguish,
A twisted cry out to fate,
A resounding echo it makes,
All coming from her, deep down her emptiness,... more »
Am I Yet?
Am walking, just following my steps,
To my doom? Am not yet sure,
Step by step, my foot work just a movement,
A slow rather not sure movement,... more »
I speak not of the old, nor do i deserve your gold,
My words are a puzzle word, you need to complete them,... more »