Resonating shear objections to her fatility,
her smile is the destructions frailty.
The impertinent design for obstruction,
symphonic display,a game of dark seduction.
Still some subtle darkness clinging to the woman,
nights luminescent cry of light, filtering through her figure casting an elegant strand.
Dark poetry written in bloodshed,
for his poem is of dread.
A miscreation,
an abomination of the undead.
Lamenting,
scratching tears of times infinite sleeping,
depicting the poets story,
of laying a potent hand of the demolishing.
Slaying predicting another lapsed caprice.
Tonights dark whimsical echo of deceased,
for the cries of Death's priest. |
Submission Name: Herald To The Reaper pt.2
