Annual Poetry Contest - 3rd Place Winner

The Color of Death

Drip, Drip, Drip,
Goes the thick substance;
As it slowly moves down my arm to the floor.

Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh,
Goes the setting sun;
As it throws its blazing color over me.

Rustle, Rustle, Rustle,
Goes the petals of the rose;
As they fall to cover my broken body.

Roar, Roar, Roar,
Goes the mighty flame;
As it rises up over me - making shadows dance over and around my sobbing form.

Hush, Hush, Hush,
Goes my body;
As my thick life force flows from my body to water the ground.

Victoria Boyce
10th Grade
Everest Academy
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