A drop of jaded hope is melting face
The heated candle poses waxen white
A lily colored skin is cleaving lace
The hair and pallor gone in deaths' old blight.
Encroached in demons hold, the girl is cold
A voice is speaking ; lips are not the childs'
The sinister tones are shrieking ;haunted, bold
Is hope a passing dream to chanters wilds?
To quicken pace of lonely feet so bare
A dose of holy water soaks the toes
The shiver drenches gools' unseen to care
The devils' magic glides away in throes.
The light for princess scarcely saves and burns
A freedom fragile needs a priestly urn.
A contest entry
- ~Beautiful Imperfection~ by Hope Angel.
585 points, ended March 16, 18 entries
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I loved the first stanza thank you for entering
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