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.

MelchiorJ13Hallowe'en • Opuss № I