Wept the little maiden,
Under the bloody night
The moon bleed
Until her pearls shred
Dearly she thought
Of her mother's crest
That ripped her heart
And awoke the dawn
There she arose
Her little toes.
Heart racing nature
Never lived within her
Despite the possession
Of her human figure
Never understood
Why they hearts seek each other
Despite the heavy chains of regret
Or the painful daggers of yearning
Or the manacles braided down to restriction
She never understood
Even though her chemicals arose
Once this beauty of a human
Came closer
But beware said the illusions
Of his foolish tricks
Disguise as a loyalty hiss through betrayal
Beware of his witchcraft, that he sets upon your eyes
He wears his hearts on his sleeves.
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Mirrored Childhood Tales
Poëzie#29 #poetrycontest A twist of misfortune and chaos in my own tales formulated through my poems, one that decides the fate of the character, the crimes, the mystery, the death, the demis and their utmost desire fulfilled. this collection entails the...
