Damage taken, damage done,
Demons dancing oh so fun...
.
devoid of freshness...
The scent that lingered,
Diffused in the darkness...
Once beating and strong, lays silent and cold
surrounded in granite, eyes liquid and gold...
The moon is sleeping high above
A caravan in winter 's cold...
Gargoyle
Sitting on this cathedral spire...
My Nightmare
Brittney Schmelter...
*if you leave a comment i can read your poems and...
does the mere mortal not know thy name...
Shifting mists through the sea,
Upon the beach whitest beast...
You captured me unintentionally,
arriving at a late horizon where you...
I guess it's done for now. Enjoy.
~Faith...
The black rose sits starkly,
Among the white...