The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Asena Lourenco
Helplessly she floated in the air,
Her eyes no longer blinking,
With a glassy touch they formed a tear,
Her mind at rest from thinking,
Her glossy hair fell down in small waves,
Not daring to touch the ground,
Frozen in time was only she,
Her lips no longer creating sound,
No longer shall they torment us,
The last one to fall from their spell,
As they banish the ones of green,
To their very own Hell,
They shall wield their magicks no more,
Extracted and locked away,
They shall harm not one more soul,
Until the destined day.
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More about Asena Lourenco:
Asena Lourenco is 12 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.
She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!
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An excellent and slightly sinister poem, I loved it.