Festival of Bridges #6 ~ Slave of the Bridge

This powerful contribution to The Festival of Bridges comes from Willow, whose enthralling blog can be found here.

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Every night  she crosses the bridge betwix life  and death.

Carrying the  tormented souls that are of  hope bereft.

Her  shadow like its owner  empty and lost gently follows.

She looks  for life and love for she has none, her heart and soul are nothing  but hollow.

 

The moon looks on and gently weeps as she, her lonely vigil keeps.

Misery  and desperation are tangible in the air.

Colours  she craves colours, rest she craves rest and the warm of another  body

She craves colour and warmth and  above all sleep, this is  her life not her hobby.

 

Demon hands reach through the slats of the bridge searching for souls, they do not want  hers it is long gone!

They scratch at  her heels  they pull at  her ankles they hurt her but worse they hold her  back and drag her down so she never sees the sun!

Pour lost  soul there is no hope left  for her, nightly  she stumbles on alone tortured and held  by invisible rope.

Pray  for her, plead  for her as she in torment wails, she is condemned to this for eternity, no chance of escape for her, no hope.

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The Festival of Bridges runs until October 31st and I would be delighted to receive a contribution from you. Simply email me on jeantubridy@aol.com. I look forward to hearing from you.