Solitude

Solitude is dressed in a long, stormy gown, heavy boots, and a cloak of despair. Her long, wavy, brown hair floats around her pale ghostly face, and covers her hollow grey eyes, emptied of tears. She drinks a light wine of hope from her goblet of sorrow. She smells of dust, and tastes bitter-sweet. Solitude lives in the corner of a dark room, dancing alone, singing her sad song, and reading the stars. The only friends she has are Death and Forlorn. She has no enemies, for to of had enemies, she would have first have to had true friends. She loves the night, for day is filled with light and Hope. Solitude hates Hope. He always lies. She is like the silent moment when you’re left alone, never to be remembered again. The only things that are important to Solitude are the dust filtered through the window, and the darkness that covers the light. Neither the light nor Hope are trusted by her.

-Apple

Again this is another poem that the awesome Endora and I worked on for English class. She has a slightly different version of this one because we finished it separately.