Challenge
///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (February) /////
Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘LEAVES FELL TO THE GROUND THAT DAY…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline.
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Crusts
Leaves fall to the ground that day.
Time strikes half past dead.
I smell the bitter scent of death.
Blistering tears of leaves scatter
in banshee winds, howling sorrowfully.
Rough hewn afternoon, bloody street,
tones of Fall written in somber gray.
The hour was hers and hers alone -
a fallen leaf carved on frozen earth.
Sneering trees and wounded leaves,
weeping willow mourns her loss
shadowed eyes, ashen, downcast
white blur of sorrow marks her grave.
I stand at the casket and watch rain,
cold quilts of silver ribbons entwined,
wishing I could have controlled
the raging, endless storm of her mind,
the crumbles of her life scattered
as crusts of leaves, fallen and decayed.
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