Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...
Igniting the fire,
of a pained and doubted heart...
If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...
In a virgin forest,
Where no man has been...
Imagine me there as you close your eyes
I’m gliding my hand between your thighs...
My tears aren't tears,
their fear's deep lost...
There lies a small island
With dips of fairy dew...
This is my very first poem I have ever written.
Climbing out of hell...
Form - Narrative
Title - The Hunt...
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...