When the moon is bright,
there is another delight,
in a tiger lily nemes,
watching our midnight dreams.
She is one of them,
a sunflower stem,
who hears my scream,
and lets me dream.
Her cross hair farewell,
with her hounds from hell,
in a midnight flight,
taking me to new heights,
In times of crisis,
she heeds to Isis.
Never does she need,
what draws us to bleed.
With eyes set to kill,
on her latest thrill.
Beloved by all tonight,
queen of night.
A contest entry
- Back... but... Broken by leeshylou.
700 points, ended August 16, 15 entries
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Comments
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I really enjoyed the rhyming in this. An easy flowing read
Thank You for your entry and good luck
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