Ice blue where her eyes, to match the bitter cold of her soul.
She was host to the bleakest winter, as the warmth from the sun he stole.
Frozen where her teardrops, upon her snow white face.
Her naked body glistened in the morning frosts embrace.
A shroud around her shoulders, made of silken, frosted lace.
And around her throat the stain of, a chilling coupe de grace.
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Random Ramblings of Brandon Wolf
I might go for a walk soon. Under the October moon. There are kids around. And not one holds a frown. Like the one on my face. It's not like I'm unhappy. No, that is very untrue. I am in a good mood.
Another daybreak looms. In misery towers HQ. As many stars as rooms. Space for me and you. Sunlight can not reach. Its musty halls and stairs. Lessons we can not teach. Lost amongst its dingy lairs.
When no breeze rustles The lush summer leaves And the suffocating heat hangs Among the trees, I want to take you for a gentle stroll, Along the river, to a place I know, Where a dirty old sheet Hangs...
#colourchallenge @sjw The lonely stones by the sea, The grim concrete, The crumbling wall, On which I fall. The eyes of danger, The blade of a knife, A forgotten treasure, A forgotten life.
Welcome to the dark side. No cookies here. Just tons of blood and stories of darkness. And lots of things to fear. Unless you're not afraid of course. Then I shall caution you.
#acrostic Dragged tortured bodies Empaled -deep, twisted Vestal brides' entwined Inked -red bloodied and smeared Lacerated internal yearnings Insinuates sadistic flirtings Sensual, sinister...
Bring me the little one of the embarked graves. You must be reprimanded, Your false smile of purple and emerald Is very much like a falling icicle into the mundane heart.
When shadows become silhouettes, It's your mind playing with regrets. Those dark memories, darker still, Replaying, over and over, that last kill.
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