Fingerprints of the past

This is all of the other poems that I make. I have a lot of old ones, and as I make more, I will put them in here in chapters. (:


7. A December Night.

Once a December night.

A cold and snowy night.

She wished to see her savior knight.

Did he show?

She only heard the blow.

As she cried out her sorrow

off being all alone

An turning cold as stone.

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