His eyes ablaze
He sweeps away,
Raven cape trailing,
A master of illusion,
Caught in a Tangle of Lies,
The white glow of the moon,
Captures his pale skin,
And for a moment,
You see him smile,
He ventures away,
Raven cape trailing,
He scowls at the rising sun,
It burns his skin,
Delicate and pure,
He cowers in the shadows,
Faces pass by,
Hopeless in a journey.
His lips pursed,
And the whites of fangs,
Call fear to your heart,
He leans you back,
His hands ice,
So your caught,
In a swirl of emotion;
Passion,
Hate,
Need,
Catastrophe.
So you are immortal,
Side by side,
You leave the stage,
The curtains kiss,
They rise and cry out,
Its all over,
Mortals will never know,
...This was not fantasy,
It was the lover’s story. |
Submission Name: Raven Cape Trailing
