story prompt
(credits would be appreciated)
I told you before of who I could be,
but did you ever try to stop me?
I've seen this scene before,
a darkened path that knocked at my door.
a burning fragment appears in my mind,
a crashing wave that is one of a kind,
in the middle of Christmas? that's just not right,
but there will always be someone who'll try to switch off the light.
Says the guy who swore his life,
on the same girl that died, who was his wife.
you wish to die? Oh I just might,
switch off the lights and pull out my knife.
Fly to the moon, you little loon,
but death will catch up to you soon,
believing lies that disguises as a beautiful tune,
lured by the evil, dissolved by the call of doom.
The cold is near, my beloved dear,
cool the ash with my freezing tears,
you'll grow strong just like me over the years,
guided by the good that disguises as a deer.
Though the end is approaching,
the guiding light is not joking,
the brightness is disappearing,
the villain is killing.
As the end comes by,
the one who'll end it is holding a knife,
splitting the book into two,
now you'll have to find the other half, my little boo.
- sincerely yours, Mary.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon Blooms
Poésie"Remember, poetry is written to share ideas, express feelings, and create imagery through figurative words that have a meaning within the poem." - midnight_bloomers / Mary ------------------ •⤙• I have multiple muses for my art and literature. I lik...
