Masses of dreary windswept roads,
sunken recesses beneath milky irises.
The lady with the circular hat sulked low
on the road of regret and filthy little secrets.
A world of darkness beneath her brim,
a soulless black devil heeled by her side.
The crescent drew a frown; her face grew dim
because the pitch of the night intensified her mind.
Expressions obscured on sticky shoots,
abhorred her indifferent glance.
A misty drizzle condensed on her boots
while bleak stormy skies invited her to dance.
She turned away, nose in the air.
The lady with the circular hat said no,
for the black devil by her side said so.
[A/N: Just to let you know, this poem was inspired by a painting, but I forgot what it was called! It had a woman dressed in black walking along a moonlit road with a black cat, and the skies were gray and cloudy. Sooo, yeah. That's just for if you were wondering..]
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PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
