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She stands high atop the hill under the starlit sky Staring the gleaming silver moon directly in the eye. Unfurling her arms to the heavens, summons the power deep within herself, lightning bolts shoot out of her fingertips sparks fly out of each strand of long brown hair, arcing in the night sky. Hears the rumble and the roar of the thunderous damning, dark, spinning clouds fast approaching - laughs at the mayhem brought forth. Drenched by tears of the heavens, Sodden, enraptured Soul captured. Sherry 4/10/98 © Musings on the Death of Pets Mayhem and death abound- the little furry souls are found buried in the cold,cold ground- just outside the death bell sound. Sherry 4/16/98 DAY IS OVER the moonlight cold and dreary the smouldering souls quiet weary quick sand pull me down never to be found hellish howling grim and scowling run for cover day is over Sherry 4/16/98
ponders the vast lonely expanse the dark and forbidding manse the wolf it howl at the moon the night enshrouded in gloom the night filled with screams and nightmare dreams tugs at my heart tear us apart fall to my knees begging you please rain on my face alone in this place sunshine not welcome night sky appear thunder still rumble the night sky i fear fantasy phantom terror random Sherry 4/16/98 © As I Lean On My Headstone the night is dark, my skin touch cold the headstone graven draped in mold stare i haunted at my past life it wither did not last festoon with cobwebs shimmer me soul is blackened inside of me Sherry 4/16/98 ©