As i dance to the fire
my heart goes wild...
Cackles fill the hallway,
Laughter coming from the walls...
There lies a small island
With dips of fairy dew...
A leaf shutters,
As you pass below...
I have wings of the darkness
And a heart of pure stone...
Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...
This is my very first poem I have ever written.
Climbing out of hell...
Imagine me there as you close your eyes
I’m gliding my hand between your thighs...
Form - Narrative
Title - The Hunt...
In a virgin forest,
Where no man has been...
It's blacking out your eyes
Something very mystical...
My tears aren't tears,
their fear's deep lost...