28 September 2012
Cold hearts line the frosted floor, As hallow flames light up the door, Black tears of night fall to the ground, Crescendo hues spark all around.
A thread of ice and furtive eyes, Fix strength upon bravado lies, Within a snare of inkwell night, The veins turn static in the light.
Dark dubbed emotions, all in black, A bloodlust murder, poised attack, The heart of nettles, taut and torched, Upon the ashes, sought and scorched.
Hallowe'en • Opuss № I