D E A T H F L O W E R
A evil thing is the Deathflower.
Away in the forest.
In the shadows it does cower.
Forever it is filled with lust.
Petals so white.
Free from dust.
Wearing a mysterious air.
Such a beautiful sight.
This flower so fair.
But inside it hides it's darkness .
A secret demon.
Such a huntress.
A friend of villains the Deathflower is.
It brings death.
A poisonous kiss.
Just a touch.
Just a Smell.
And you are under the Deathflowers spell.
The Deathflower revels in its kills.
Lords and ladies.
Men, women, no matter the skill.
Nothing can stop the Deathflowers touch.
No magician nor king.
can escape it's clutch.
So the Deathflower waits in vain,
waiting for some innocent,
to inflict pain.
Where the moss grows green.
Under the moon.
The Deathflower lurks there unseen.
Around, it's victims lay strewn.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PuisiDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
