Lonely grave, a crow upon my grave. Dead flowers at her side. Bugs leaving her crops. The sun never lays his eyes on my grave. Her tears cry down her bone soaked cheeks. The wind does not whisper to her grave. The trees do not hide her. Her dress is torn from her frame. No one visits her since she wasn't important to them. The moon whisper to her followers the wolfs to bring joy to this crops so that she can rest in peace. One wolf transforms into a young women. With a kiss upon the grave the crops rises. The young women/wolf takes the dead girl to a park, then a walk in the woods to watch the moon. Kissing the head of the dead girl she finally is at peace. Someone finally loves her. The young women/wolf transforms back to a wolf and brings fresh flowers to the grave. The sun now shines on her grave. The wind blows tells to her. She is now happy.
COMMENTS
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Silverbow
05:25 Dec 11 2011
Crops = corpse I am going to guess.
Whisper = whispers ?
I love you my beautiful daughter but please remember to spell check before you post things, proof reading also is a great idea.
It is a good piece by the way, just needs some fixes here and there.
:)