Fatal Lullaby - Poem
A. Lin is a passionate young writer, wanting to share her creations with the world.
Her heart was echoing a broken song.
Slowly fissures appear,
Cracking the tune.
A symphony of fallout and silence,
The grim reaper as her conducting loon.
You—
the audience of tragic violence.
Critical glaring reflects in the moon.
A beautiful epilogue to her lovely death.
© 2018 A Lin Hunter