Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...
Imagine me there as you close your eyes
I’m gliding my hand between your thighs...
If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...
There lies a small island
With dips of fairy dew...
Form - Narrative
Title - The Hunt...
This is my very first poem I have ever written.
Climbing out of hell...
The rain drops splattering while it rains
Each one drumming on the window panes...
How can someone so beautiful and perfect be a...
the smooth black hair as I put run my hand through...
I have wings of the darkness
And a heart of pure stone...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
A Flower bed
That is now dead...
So nice to have you all today
welcome to my theater of dream...