The gray lifeless sky spreads its heavy wings across the holy ground. within its cover the clouds swell with moisture.Clear rain drops pound upon the grass and graestones in rhythm with natures beating drum. deep in the silence a child curls under a shriveled ghostly tree. its branches are limp and crooked with no leaves budding to see. Rain trickels between the jagged curves of the tree’s brittle bark. Quietly the young girl quivers under the dim evening sky.
The girls hair spreads down her bare back that shows her pain. Her once golden hair is now stained a dirty red. through her whimpers and sobs one can not tell that she cries from physical pain, because of the rian that traces the lines of her face. She shivers from the cold breeze that blowsstrongly through the crypts that surrounds her. Bare and vulnerable, the child waits for a helping hand that may never come. Lifting her head one could see the pain she feels. As a passing person strolls by they notice her swollen mouth and blood shot eyes and all they do is bow their heads and wonder why.
Her pleading eyes burn through ones soul. even though they are magical in their own beautiful way they hold a mystery that will never be told. they shimmer from the swelling tears but turn ice cold blue. if on were to look upon her and gaze into those eyes he or she would get a glimpse of heavens beauty and hells pain.Imagine how wonderous this child in the dark can be if only somebody had loved her. Take away the blood and dirt, which covers her body and see the smooth white skin that is bared for all to see. Cleanse the thickened blood from the golden hair and find the child that was never there. With shallow breaths she closes her eyes letting the last tear fall, and finally she found security within herself. Sadly, she never made it to the age of thirteen.
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