Liam is an axeman, PART II
.....by Dhikraa Akande.
The night of Passion,
On rose filled bed,
In the heart of the room
Where the moon fell radiantly.
The only sound was Giggle,
Not loud, but soft
Followed by chuckles
With little bed ruffles
He was a charm,
With blue engulfing eyes.
Melting Gaze,
Dissolving every frozen Elisa.
Now, in the woods
Blue eyes turned red
Melting gaze, now threat.
Roses on bed,
Now trees on floor.
Moon no longer radiant,
Night of horror it became
Her giggles turned cry,
Still soft not loud.
No riffles on bed,
But Run for life in the woods.
©ADO
To be continued......
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