La Morte

A murder danced through the dying day,
With blackened wings,
And a lightened heart,
Feathers dipped in bloody light.
Winter’s white coat,
Deathbed of the lost and lonely,
An icy tomb beckoning with kind hands,
A welcoming smile never reaching dull eyes.
A silver sickle the sky adorns,
On its robes of obsidian night,
Where it joins a million fallen tears,
At day's tragic end.


25 was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.


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