Chasedshe can't tell if its day or night,Chased5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
the storm has stolen morning light,
the dappled moon hides forever more,
spoken only of in faerie lore.
She runs away, she can't be seen,
her eyes have lost their magic sheen.
She dares not speak about her life,
to uncover years of pain and strife.
She cowers away from the world,
her intentions hidden, her fingers curled.
Curled around the memories;
far from all serentities.