Dark Heart Her head bent in prayer, her eyes clenched shut She muttered words, as to the air Searching for the answers to The causes of her deep despair Rooting through the pockets of Her soul; becomes a frantic look Seeking out her darkest fears In every cranny and every nook Until she finds the source of pain Until she cures this dangerous art Her prayers will reach a fever pitch But still she'll have; the darkest heart. All rights reserved. Nom 28th June 2013.
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