Author’s apology: Ella’s writing skill primarily manifests itself as the ability to communicate clearly in written communications, reports, etc. Unfortunately, it also manifests itself as one of her few guilty pleasures: Bad poetry.
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Proud Mary
Shrouded metal breaks the flow of white
And four lonely graves rebuke the oppressive sky.
You wait with breath baited and silent,
Rust and time entomb the spirit that lurks within.
Death has not claimed you!
Merely sweet slumber, while the world turns.
As you take flight once more, wings wide and white as the snow beneath,
It seemed to me, the souls of four sailed upon them, proud once more.
– Ella Stanbridge
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Massacre
Desire to bury the sins of the past;
Scatter a veil of purity upon blood-covered ground.
The snowy veil falters, crimson rising in fierce accusation!
Your threats, your promises fall upon dead ears.
And now, your hands too bear the stains.
-Ella Stanbridge
