Draconian shadows swing
at the graveyard tonight,
but you can't see a thing.
Mist covers all in sight.
The shape of a man,
swaying to and fro
is all you can see through the musky glow.
He's conversing with the corpses, yet again...
He's transversing the line of sanity,
for a night of necromancy.
Seeing the dead as something to be commodified,
but know that you aren't safe, even when you're alive...
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I'm 25, from Leeds, UK. I like to describe myself as a philosopher of sorts, I write poetry of the heart and soul. Currently trying to turn my hand to short story writing - will post first on here if I come up with anything good! Stay tuned!!
Cranberry spice heart, Frosted gold eyes, Ashen demeanour, And shattering lies. Blueberry bloodstream, Thoughts laced with wine, Cider, mulled, dark and sweet, Scorching her time.
You, you demon,. Wings of flame,. Onyx eyes,. Inflicting pain,. You, you demon,. Blood of ice,. Bones of fog,. With luck of dice,. You, you demon,. Nettle tongue,. Dry ice smoke,.
Here I am, mistress of the stars, It is me you will worship forever, With stained sorrows, bleeding scars, With joyful, joyful endeavours, Worshipped, my lullaby breath, Deep in the Pitts of my...
Good afternoon Madames, Monsieurs Have I caught you at your leisure.
The day was mist and cloud banks, You came to me and cried, You told me you were sorry, and- You never should have died.
Beautiful eyes, master of disguise. Manipulative & injecting lies. Wings open & ready for flight. White as snow, wings tipped red. Flying into the night, from inside out feathers bled.
Cutting a crescent from the night sky. Hanging stars for a soul that's died. Reaping life & bringing it to the skies. Thunder echoes the heavens tastless lies. Lightning lights the blinds ways.
A black rose, Grows in a field of decay, After three blue moons, In seventeen days.
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