From the dark root sap
in the ancient forest grove...
The anonymous
lurking around the streets...
A soul running free,
Away from a body it flees...
I wish i had wings,
so i could fly in the sky...
Tempest Past (Cinquain)
Darkest tempest of fatal desire...
Follow the white horse,
That passes through...
The Elven Princess.
An elusive elven princess...
*This is my first try at writing an kyrielle...
In the dark stillness of the night...
Walk along an empty graveyard, yet accompanied
Shivers run down your spin...
Scarlet tears run down our faces.
The devil has given us his evil graces...
The moonlight strokes the surface,
Of the lake, among the night...
Lonely in the place of time and space
lonely in this world of time and space...