The silence was deafening; <br />Nothing but hte whispers of the night's wind. <br /> <br />Her eyes reflected the silver of the moon, <br />Whom was gimacing down upon her. <br /> <br />Her body lyed down in the crimson she called her own; <br />A pool of blood not deserved to be spilt. <br /> <br />Her poor soul looks not once at her cold body, <br />But at the man who's own hand pulled the trigger. <br /> <br />He smiles and takes a step away, <br />But not until the tears came down his face to stop him. <br /> <br />Looking back at the life he has taken, <br />He falls to now stained ground.<br /><br />Leah Rochelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/betrayal-of-the-heart/
