The dark wisp calls to her,
Singing her name in darkness.
The wisp shrouds in mystery,
Bringing corruption to her life.
Her fiery lips protest the wisp.
She doesn't want to leave,
The lies aren't sweet enough.
Breathe...Just a veil of life.
The wisp binds her with chains,
Forces her to enflict her own pain.
Her eyes swell with depression...tears.
A course of eerie light from the shadows.
Death comes...
AN: This one was a word challenge, like most of the ones about death, because the friend REALLY loves grim poems like that.
