Lady so graceful
From the beginning...
Conscious now at last.
On-wards to my never ending past...
Baby if your heaven then I must be hell,
Cause when I leave the scene you hear the bells...
Listen to the mystery of long forgotten times
Hark to the wonders hidden in a poems rhyme...
Your face
your face it haunts...
Twisting and turning
Spindly black...
The shadow of evil moves silently across the land;
Nature and the animals cower, run and hide...
A porcelain doll sits on the shelf
as a worthless decoration...
Dancing around the graves
fighting back emotion filled waves...
Lock up in this chamber
With two broken wings...
A sweet, fierce joy rushes toward me, fills me...
I creep out and slide to a stop on the roof tiles...
Her eyes are pretty with
a deadly disease...