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Maiden of Sorrow
Locked within her tower
of despair, forced to
watch as the world passes
before her.
The sunlight through her
window, moon upon the mirror,
all those happy noises that
seem to mock her sorrow´s
conviction.
Unable to break the curse
and venture out with the
others, bound by chains
invisible, where she toils
by night and day.
Flickers on the wall of things
missed out upon, a wish
to put it all behind her, and
still she remains.
In a spell of her own
making, she weaves this
spiders web, while hoping
something might save her
from the tower made of her
own tears.
4:06 PM - 2/8/2006 -
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