She counted,
and waited,
for the first stars.
As dusk prevailed,
here comes,
the dark.
Lucid
dreamers,
putrid corpses.
chanting,
around white
roses.
As sunset closes,
the moonlight
imposes.
A petal
for each,
dispersing
in the air.
Rotting flesh,
torn clothes,
ran amok
every where.
Her voice
resonated hymns.
Which she sang,
out loud.
Hypnotically
psychotic,
mesmerizing
sounds.
Murmurs and
giggles,
ghost children
out of graves.
Ungrounded,
and released
in the dark
to play.
There's a ring
around the roses,
and she's in the
middle.
Making spirits
dance
in trance-like
rhythm.
Oh so pretty,
oh so bright,
they played hide
and seek,
deep into the
night.
What a nuisance
is time,
when she finally has
fun.
It went to quickly,
daylight's peeking,
here comes dawn.
She counted,
waited,
for the last stars.
With one last
giggle,
she awaits,
the next night's
dark.
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Beautifully Dark Words
Poetry------------------------ Beautifully Dark Words--------------------- This is Collection of Dark and not-so Dark Poetry. They touch each and every category though they might be more a somber look unto life, you'll be able to feel the beauty from such...
