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A girl of fiery hair stood in the middle of a tangled moor
Eyes of pine staring down at the thorned floor
Callous feet crush dried wildflowers to silent deaths
White petals losing their fragrant breaths
She walks in crimson cloaks hiding marred sable skin
Under teak where crumpled leaves abandon their closest kin
Falling onto her, torn apart in decimated pieces
Would that be her fate after all those ivy kisses?
Midnight mockingbirds ruffle their wings in the smog of dusk
Ripped into shreds under a tawny eagle's musk
Their blood tastes of sweet melodies
A drop full of forgotten reveries
Grey clouds cloak the radiant sun rays
A fragile breeze floats away the tattered haze
Serrated irises scorched by blinding lights
Gawking at feathered corpses' jagged flight
Her lined fingers dive off like a little swan of grace
Dancing them across the stream of a melancholic face
Dandling fish swim beneath the weed nibbling on the shore
When spineless snakes unhinge their jaws till they cannot anymore
Could she even slither with them in the murk?
Or would her wounds never heal like the fish lying in the dirt?
She leads her way out of the enflamed woods
Spotted dew drops on the silk hood
Soot patches spread on her elbows
Quick steps over drooping meadows
Petrified screams of the creatures warp around her head
Her cold stares and rapid thoughts stand in their stead
But she walks,
She walks from the trees
She walks amidst the skewed carcass
She walks through the stinging fog
Yet she turns,
Turns her back at the fallen matches.
For now,
All that remained was a house of raven ashes.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
