Kalopsia
[ka-lop-se-a] Greek
(n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology.
"Will wonders never cease
When my muse saunters the velvet night,
And prays to the moon for...
She sinks to her knees as carmine red colored blood paints her porcelain skin like paint Shadowed dark eyes loom over the cold corpse in the once white powder Over his frostbite lips and dead, widened white eyes
She sits in cherry colored ice that tastes of bitter metal and lost memories Still holding the crimson knife she used on him, To adorn his body with scars.
She wanted to see his golden body painted red She wanted to create art out of his fear And paint the picture with his blood.
She lies down next to the empty shell of a once living soul
And lets the chill of the cold wind and Ice take her dying body slowly
While she waits for the devil's final word.
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Rumor only has it That you could hear her maniac laughter and her weeping in the sounds of the carrying wind As they whisper her dying song That'll drive you slowly into madness.
Started: 1/2/21 Finished: 1/4/20 @ 10:50 p.m. EST.
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