She bites her delicate crimson lips
Savoring the warm blood streaming...
Her gentle movements,
Soft glides...
What if the world ended
and it was only me...
Cascades of roses float down in scented streams of...
Caressing my creamy skin and fragrances my hair...
I keep having this memory
a reoccuring dream...
Butterfly tears,
Whispers in dreams you forgot before you could...
I can't remember what happened
Or how I came to stand here...
Stopping men with a mere glance,
People call her a medieval seductress...
Dark Light
by Just Rain (aka HeartzOnIce...
A story of sadness
and of bad luck...
The tree, it fell on all the people
Holding the young below them...
The infirmity of the future
Flows through her veins...