These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...
Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...
Trapped like a beast,
served for his feast...
as nightfall comes and so I dream
my sleep beholds a vivid scene...
Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...
If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...
I will wrap it around me so tightly I will not be...
Stars glistening on my skin like pin prick...
I eat ships and planes
I'm beyond humans' knowledge...
Form - Narrative
Title - The Hunt...
Blessed be the dew
on this cold graveyard ground...
Our evening walks on haunted trails
Where lies a ghostly mystery...
You stole my
innocence...