Aria the spirit wolf,
A serene, haunting beast,
Pads silently across moonlit snow,
Her grace moves with ease,
Queen of the snow land,
A predator, never seen,
A wondrous, perfect harmony,
As beautiful as she's ever been,
If you lie still and patient,
You might see the lone beast howl,
Just be cautious, for if she sees you,
You'd be dead before she even growled,
Aria the spirit wolf,
A beauty from head to toe,
So lifelike, that one forgets,
That she died long ago.
Your feedback helps DarkLioness understand what's working
The tamest cat has a tiger inside.
Ice hanging from the ceilings,. Glittering, reflecting shadows,. Hooked by light catching your eyes,. Reeled in from the oceans waves,. Phantom standing in the sand,. Caves of life not far behind,.
"A soul for a soul, If you want to save him You must sell me your soul And be my servant," Death speaks to me.
A spirit. A ghost. Drifting as light. From body. From corpse. Up to the night. A ballad. A tune. From glimmering form. A life. A thought. But something to mourn. Just drifting. Just gliding.
Sighing through the shadows. Thinking thoughts of gloom. Twas fun for quite a while. But now don't give it room. I'm sick of spooky games. Of scaring little children. And adults often too.
It was a cold gloomy day, I was climbing up the mountainous hills when I reached the house I was going to see.
She sat in front of the riverbed, fearing the frigid waters to much to come any closer, but entranced by the dazzling glow of the stars reflecting off it's grey-green surface.
Steve: It is raining. We better get home fast if we don't want to get soaked in this horrible rain. Jennifer: It doesn't matter. Be careful and drive slow.
I am the girl with no name, The one you'll never see again, As I stand here in the pouring rain, Please don't, don't scream again.
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.