Overcast weather lands upon the banks of time
A traveller packs each precious bag of supplies...
This is my very first poem I have ever written.
Climbing out of hell...
I start to brew a draft, teeming with Emotion
Cruel and Crushing words, are added to the potion...
Clinging to this secrecy
Living in the depth of it...
There once a stream where I used to play
Storms rose and faded away...
Sing to me
sweetest rhymes of fantasy...
Her fatal wish is to be so
deadly beautiful, it would make the gods bow, put...
Darkness from the deepest of souls
Hatred that has been burned black by coles...
Bring out the mainsail and cast it on high
Its black creases billowing beneath the night sky...
You drained me like a leach
Followed me like a shadow...
I am so different
From the others...
The black tears...
the broken wings...