Everyone talks about,
The greedy gaws of death...
It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their cry. The immortal one...
Long ago
In a war with unknown odds...
Burning...
burning into ashes...
I attempt to reassemble
but stitch by stitch i fall...
Folding into pieces
making a paper rose...
Diamond rainstorm, thunder moans
A forbidden castle...
I look out the window
i see the snowflakes fall...
I first called this Frost, but later changed the...
*figurative kind of poem*
black and hollow,these what bothers...
The man lay battered and bruised
his body lay limp as they tie the nuse...
The festival of lights
Oh a marvelous sight...