I heard a tree fall,
Ran out into the dark night,
Tearing through a forest.
Chasing a song, a dream,
I saw nothing at all,
Vying for a heavenly sight.
Death is only the purest,
Life being a colorful mess.
Garden of thorns,
Glistening in the moonlight.
Roses beautiful yet hurtful,
I accepted all the hate,
Oblivious of my fate.
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Empty Wishes -Wonderful hallucinations
FantasyCollection of poems and short horror-fantasy stories. Basically a writing dump. I do try, please remain patient for updates.
