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by Evanescent Moon Jan 2, 2018
Dark, fantasy /
The whispers came to me
And I succumbed to their beckon;
The mirror crooned to me,
And I was lost in the reflection.
The knife winked at me,
Dripping mesmerizing rubies,
The blood, though not mine,
Housed my battered soul in its crime.
Insanity lurks around a nearing bend,
Reality is loosely held in time's fading grasp;
The voices grow louder - shall I ever ascend
From this darkness in which I seem to be trapped?
by Milly Hayward
Agree with Ben mesmerising and dark. Steeped with insanity. Great read. Best wishes Milly x
by Evanescent Moon
by Ben Pickard
A dark poem indeed, but mesmerizing and very well written.
Thank you so much, Ben