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The din of the room remained a low moan.
And her brilliant aura, through the door, it shown.
Down the walkway she went, keeping to herself,
As she walked to pick up something from a shelf.
No one noticed her, save for him,
A man enshadowed, whose heart beat above the din.
He watched as she moved and was entranced,
And watched as she left the room into the distance.
Following her out, lead by heart alone,
He wandered on and continued to roam.
Nearly giving up, he slowed short on breath.
He continued on, vowing to have her heart or death.
As he turned the corner, into her he bumped.
She spoke weakly as if in a slump.
She said she was looking for one who she knows not.
He said to look no further, for this "someone" stands in this very spot.
 Seraph_in_Evanescence · Tue Jan 11, 2005 @ 03:54am · 2 Comments |
