I rode all day.I cried all night.The moon didnt glow.The sun didnt rise.A comet blazedBetween my eyes.West and South,Wind and rain.Every way isJust the same.Pray give me a boxTo hide inside.Pray give me a spadeTo dig my own grave.
About This Quote
About Gail Carson Levine, Fairest
Gail Carson Levine, Fairest.
Themes
- Sadness — Navigating grief, melancholy, and emotional depth