The Statue
She stands amoung the forgotten ways,
A Statue carved of stone.
A single tear her cheek does grace,
Because she's there alone.
In her heands a flower she holds,
Who gave it to her will remain unknown.
In her cold eyes a sould can be seen,
But alive, no, she can never be.
For when she did dare to walk this path,
An ancient creature did choose to attack.
And now, alas, she is cold, hard, stone.
Another addition to the Gorgons home.
Authors Notes: A quick poem that I thought up right now at -time check- 12:15 XD. Yet another sad one ^.^; And I DO know that the line "A single tear her cheek does grace" doesnt really make all that sense... but I am sure you get the picture from that XD
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