Fragile glass slipping down our skin
A remnant of beautiful fantasies
Joy amongst they're subtle features
Defeat hidden in their depths
Lower yourself with me
For my end is ever so near
I know you're dying to watch
There's blood on your eye lashes
My beautiful friend
It hurts to know the truth
To discover that I lie quietly
For my soul aches ever so much
Shadows dancing upon my shoulders
Demons bowing before me
My blood is slowly draining
But fear not, we have the replacement
A simple procedure my dear
Why do you seem worried?
Each demon will sacrifice a part
Their blood becoming mine
As the moon kisses my cheeks
Blood seeping into my wings
Why do you cry my dear
Is it the rebirth of my demons?
Elegant and graceful creatures
Stand with me and watch
The mothers of the demons,
All these innocent women
Slowly dying as I did
Their flesh morphing quietly
Gaining flight, a treat for you
As the black petals fall upon your eyes
This masked reality, little visibility
That's the beauty of my fantasy
As the innocents die screaming
And the demons dance throughout the night
The darkest green dripping from their are
A contest entry
- SpydurPoet's Family Contest #11 - Prewrites #2 by SpydurPoet.
1850 points, ended November 26, 18 entries
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