TLP week 3: Remnant
There she dances, all alone,
With hair as black as raven wings,
A doll made out of wood and bone
Dress made out of bows and strings.
Sunkissed skin with marble hues,
Eyes the color of...
Mist gathering at dawn
Damp clouds swirl overhead
Yawning as I scratch away
At the sleep covering my head
Waking to the glen theatre
Playing out in front of my eyes