Blood smeared words written on her attire
Of the one she'd loved the written art of her...
Your foot prints left behind
on the sand in which you've trod...
The phoenix rises gracefully from the ashes,
Reincarnated, renewed, restored, reborn...
Alone in the dark
alone at night...
I'm a rose...
Who's world turns it back...
Bitter sweet,
like the cowering scent of decay...
"Lady of the Night"
October, 2006...
An enchantress,
gowned in black and silky dress...
Though her dreams her wish is to keep,
Her sanity likes to play hide and seek...
She's Silent Suicide.
That quiet girl...
The full moon is rising
high above the treetops...
I know she waits, within its walls.
Black is the cave in front of me...