Surviving inside a mirror of clay.
Duskiness dictates.
The beast has marked my soul.
His tongue licked my skin till the bone.
I'm fallen.
Beloved, I will seek to storm, the black forest yearned for me.
Fresh tears necessitated, and the blood carriers were awaited.
The land was eager.
Blood carriers unleashed the blood.
Suffering, inside the black forest.
Surviving inside a mirror of clay.
I use to be the princess of that era.
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Wisdom From the Dark Side. (#Wattys2015)
PoetryA bundle of dark poems and short poetic stories from life experiences and a great love of poetry and literature. -We hope you enjoy it. -Don't forget to vote and comment. My daughter and I share this experience. -Written by: Michel and Carmen Ahwach.
