Zoe Nightshade Poem by Timothy Long

Do you live life fast or slow, she didn't know, but she tried and seem what was keen, life the emptiest creature to fight, the last goodbye was always the hardest, but the start of something new, I realized I didn't need them like they never needed me, in years to come I'll forget these memories, I just don't know what will be chosen to stay and of those that have to leave, but I still want to say the things that have been looked away as to block out the paths of illness, I can't praise the dirt that plagues my grave, is being star crossed a virtue or a death wish, not of your own intent, you made me a fool of, can lost faith be rekindled, so many sorrows, so many deaths, to the away all the ties she had for a millennia or two, my lady's fashion to rid of the evil of man into true finishing of lady everywhere, the revenge was bitterly sweet of a sour living, let the spirits obey the atomoy of the stems, by her truth, the volcanic eyes hath she laid to rest as the hair to turned coolish black, upon her soul of what they may do, seeing the stars once again, hindering set slithering onward.