Silence abound..
Words never surpassing the brandy stained lips
Almost scared to break the corngold silence about Her
Tears of sadness sweel withint he depths..
The depths of forever gray.. Sad eyes people say.
Dark shadows wander about Her, hiding Her and Masquing Her
Leaving a tainted view for others to behold and splendorize about
Nothing leaves Her save for simple nods, and head shakes..
Robes of a no-colour shade hang on Her frame..
No one knows much about Her now do they..
Longing to feel the kind warm hands of love, hand in hand..
Eyes hungering to view just once a smile alone for Her.. the special smile
Yet it never comes.. it isn't meant to be
Years of silence and chills of the blistering frigid cold
Rape over the tender frame hidden by robes.. and silence..
Shadows once more make their way into Her soul.. staking the claim of sadness
Will joy ever come for Her? Or is eternity alone meant to be..?
Violient vissages so often seen to Her eyes, swords clashing..
Screams raging within the air about Her, yet never does She shrink backk..
Standing Brave and with honour She watches, so always prepared to aid and help..
Once more Her help told NO! Thrown into Her face, making Her retreat into the shadows.. arms clinging to Herself tightly.. for warmth.. salvation..
Head lowering, chin to fabric.. tears slowly traveling..
Teasing the hills and valleys.. every pore of Her face.. letting Her know.. emptyness..
Once more.. sadness comes... and once more sadness is a blanket..
Misery a pillow... and hurt the bed one lies in.
One day joy will come... one has to believe.. or the bed.. becomes a coffin.
-J. Elf AKA Gina Nigro 2001-