I'm gonna bide my time till the iron's nice and hot and then GIT someone else to pay for me. Now here's some more faggy poetry for you!



She dashes through the falling leaves;
the clouds are rolling in
The midday sun, they seem to sleeve;
the forest, growing dim

The shadows cast a web of grey
upon her pallid face;
gliding with each sprightly stride
of dark and frightening grace

The wintry wind is dancing
with each ebon, velvet strand
that trails like a bewildered child,
gripped by a heedless hand

The branches bare reach out
in each direction but her own
Her body flashing through the trees
Her face as pale as bone

She hears her lonely footfalls pounding
o'er those fallen leaves,
her gaping lungs devouring cold
in deep and desperate heaves

Through the barren trees, she weaves;
her destination fading
But, in the path which lies ahead,
she prays that he's still waiting

She comes into a clearing;
looks upon the open space
Her chest becomes a hollow
when she cannot find his face

She feels her body yielding
to the rocky, ruthless ground
Intentions pinned between the earth
and languid limbs, unwound

The fallow floor beneath her halts
The fog enshrouds her sight
As she mourns the efforts spent
preventing urge from conquering fright

"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy