Where is her glory? outside, the rats huddle against the cold grey shade of sky eyes trail behind her shivering as she sings softly like a morning bell metallic breath blows grim where is her glory? 0 Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Tags: poetry You may also like... The Soulcruzer Diaries #294: Broken in the beginning was the Word Nested loops and misplaced priorities You must log in to post a comment.