frame the winding steps of an old hollow house abandoned by the even ghost of a mouse sits on a hill in forest of my soul covered in ivy and filled with cold a broken frame lies on the floor it's ragged edge picture caught in the door A mothers bright eyes filled with her pride a father broad smile with nothing to hide the faces of children holding restless eyes smiles on there lips wrought from quieted cries wisping fingers caress a withered print to make out all their features you have to squint wrinkled arms gently pull while lonely eyes devour a jewel and lonely tears spill on moldly wood with words that only they understood -Nephila * Web Goddesses * #Alt.Vampyres * Denizens * History * Meetings * Words * All text and images are copywritten by their respective creators and are not to be used without express written consent.