He led me to his house
Rich, dark, timeless
Atop high walls statues sit
Still and silent
Grotesque wings, watchful eyes
Surrounding me
Shadow swallowed garden
Thorned flowers
He led me to his room
Down a dark hall
Then pause at the black door
Softly opens
Into a dim-lit room
Flickering light
From candles all around
Black walls, red rose
He led me to his bed
Elegant, large
Gold threads dance over black sheets
Extravagant
Beautiful Canopy
Waterfalls tulle
Petals spread across the bed
Lovely, blood red
He led me to his heart
With dark passion
Angels on the ceiling
Wings folded back
Tears falling off their cheeks
Red drops stream down
To mingle down below
With red, red roses
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Goddess Box
PoetryA collection of my poems and lyrics in no particular order. They are about anything and everything and may not have anthing to do with anything. Some of them are about my life while others I was simply inspired to write.
