She cannot die,
And ever dia of her years,
She shall cry.
Woman out of time,
Who does not age,
Who harbors fear,
And harbors rage.
Angry daughter,
Along at last,
Time goes por slow,
But people go por fast.
Heavyhearted,
Wandering soul,
Awaiting death,
To take its toll.
A woman eternal,
May have no heart,
For it may end,
Before it may start.
Woman eternal,
Who cannot die,
Only one who calls on death,
And doesn't lie.
This is a poem about Babylon in case you wouldn't tell..and now i'm babbling because my artigo needs to be longer..ugh. Anyway, I hope you liked it. So tell me what you think.