The dark flower, mysterious And demonic in its pristine beauty A curse of immortality, Passed down through the ages
Your words are a beautiful, but unattainable dream Wisps of promise that forever haunt me
Photo by Tú Nguyễn on Pexels.com The faint fluttering of tiny wings, Sounding in the distance Closer, closer A golden gleam of pixie dust, Drifting throughout the night Closer, closer A melodic voice, Tinkling like chimes in a gentle breeze Closer, closer Ever closer A famished fairy bearing crimson stained fangs, Longing to feast on… Continue reading Closer, Closer
Best not to cross a ghost Out and about on Halloween night You could experience quite a fright, Maybe the worst of your short mortal life
So, with a small, but knowing smile, The girl always thinks to herself, "It's okay, you don't have to love me."