Sentient

by Luna Blue

Onyx skies are present;
as my dragon pendant
casted in pewter layer
rests upon my skin -
sitting upon his glass ball
he guards, combined to my heart.

But I, exhausted his vitality.

Mental values, enhancing them;
was a burlesque prolepsis.
Now, my whispers reverberate
from my defender of melancholy.

16-09-2009
10:56 PM

-I apologize-