On the night of August 10, 1998
A young beautiful woman
Went missing
She had long brown hair
She had bright green eyes
She was pale as a ghost
Her name was Rose
She was not the sort of person
To run off,
The people in her town looked for her
On August 10, 1999
After one year of her being missing
The townspeople gave up on their search
Little did they know
That night
In a small house on the edge of the woods
There was a sound of a young woman's scream
As she was being murdered
The young woman was Rose
She had been held in that small house for a year
As her killer went and helped the townspeople
For there search for her
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Words Can Be Beautiful
PoetryWords can be beautiful. They can create beautiful stories, scary stories, ugly stories, and stories that can take you to another world. These are verses and poems that I wrote and wanted to share.
