The skies mourn the day
Like many ink black rivers,
My eyes turn Grey
While whispers walk in shivers,
Shadows fold away
As the darkness delivers...
Teeth on lips
Nails on silk
Lusting cold grips
Roses sprout to wilt.
My haunting mistress...
In the pale gloom of the west
Comes a hood of somber might,
It reaches within my chest
And squeezes me so tight,
Relinquishing my tidy crest
It beckons me to the night...
Teeth on lips
Nails on silk
Lusting cold grips
Roses sprout to wilt
My haunting enchantress...
The rain like many people doubts me
Turning my black to blacker shades,
But I wander on in vivid reality
As if to follow decades of crusades,
A charade of obsessive insanity
Now hits me like many blades...
A verse cascade's
For you, this and more
My ever haunting, ever enchanting...mistress
Author notes
When I say: The rain like many people doubts me. I don't mean the amount of people doubting me, I mean the rain is like many people.
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Just the right background for this work.
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Ooo I liked this a lot, the rhyme scheme is cool, it flows well and you've got some really nice words in there.
I especially like this line: While whispers walk in shivers - tis simply awesome
x take care x
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I thought it was beautifuly haunting. It gave me a strong visual to go with, and i could almost *feel* the words if that makes sense. i loved it very much.
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