What's the saying?
"They wear their hearts on their sleeves"?
Well that could be the case for some,
but I wear mine on my eyes.
I spread rumors that my gaze turns one to stone.
That my head grows snakes and my tongue is forked.
My skin is jade and scaled,
soaked in the blood of my last meal.
The very whisper of my name causes terror across the globe.
No man nor woman owns the courage or audacity to confront me.
Not even the gods would risk my presence for fear of their fate.
All
except
one.
She came to me after a storm.
Washed up along my beach.
She took in my hearted eyes.
My jaded scales,
and my snaked head.
She took me in and did not turn to stone.
She took me in and showed me the world,
but the world did not show me.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
