KH (October 11,1988 / West Allis, Wisconsin)

Magic Can'T Solve Everything...

The crimson stain upon her wrists,
Spreading across the floor.
My power cannot help her now,
For all my herbs and lore.
And in my arms, I hold her close
And rock her back and forth.
I've come to late to save her now,
Her spirit now heads north.

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Very well written - perfect rhythm and metre. Definitely a 'ten'!