Gathering dreams in the palm of her hand
She stands beneath the swirling sky
Plucking wishes from the wailing wind
She spins them into her web of steel
So fine, intricate
Laced with souls
Whose tear-bright eyes beg
For her nonexistent mercy
She giggles happily, a child at play
With toys that never break
She hums merrily to music that trips
Through her world
A place where only she can go.
Author notes
this is a kind of carry-on/carry over from "Depravity dance for her"
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
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I went back," Luckintheshadows", and read "Depravity danced for her" to find the context. Who "she" is is not at all clear to me...but that only seems to highten the mysique and sense of trepadation created in these lines!
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Thanks for your comment
This poem and the other one were sort of originally going to be one poem, but then, this part just didn't fit quite right, so I separated them into two
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It could be the begining of a series!
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ummmm not my cup of tea=)
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