Pale

Pale

Poetry

Pale

Before her last breath,
He laid down a silver coin at her feet
She knew it was her time
Shunning the bargaining stage

Rotted oak trees rise above the stench
Her golden locks trickled across the cracked dirt
Her lung deflated
Her eyes filled with blood
The wind splashed tears along her cheek
Her blood turning cold
The body giving in
Her soul and essence reaped

Returning home,
She basked in serenity
Raul broke the silence
“Keep that for the angels”

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