Silent Specter
A silent specter still as a statue,
Trapped in time,
Still and silent sitting on the window sill,
Pondering what she had done to become trapped in time,
Her long hair lifts off of her shoulders in a long forgotten wind,
Her curly red hair framing her beautiful face,
You can see the love determination and a fierce hope in her eyes,
Like a breeze over water her silent mournful cry for her angel lover,
And she shall long for him until judgment day comes.
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