The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]

Two birds (pt 2)

That moment he wakes up from his sleep,
which was never that deep.
His eyes grow into golf balls when he notices one fell,
the love of his life didn't look so well.
In fact her life will never be restored again...
unless the magic of her existence can be regained.

Breathtaking, the eye of the enemy is met,
the rapid of a thief without a sweat;
to steal the precious of them all,
the jewel of the the hall,
presented in the centre,
where no evil should enter,
only the winner of the lucky lover.
He grasps with his claws,
To see the inside not raw.

And so now there's no cover,
With no feelings.
Now the love is peeling.
The enemy flies away.
Leaving the female bird astray!
With no blood anymore, the beating is no more.

The lover panics!
But the girl will soon vanish...
because she's no more his lover,
She's just his grande discover.
Who is now still
because of the evil pill,
That took her last breaths;
it was stronger than meths.

For now she is dead