The maiden roamed,
As the latter combed,
His beautiful hair,
He went to the lair,
With her in the back,
All doomed with black,
The maiden turned around,
A creepy smile the forest surrounds,
Little girl turned back,
As the latter turned black,
The maiden cried,
While the latter died,
An arrow it piercies him,
His eyes was full of gleam,
The maiden glooms,
As the latter blooms,
With dark blood he swims,
The cabin it films,
A beautiful scene it makes,
For the people whom he hates,
The little girl strives for justice,
For the latter was still an aprentice,
The latter roamed,
At the maiden he combed,
Her beautiful hair,
Her eyes was full of despair.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Rainbow's Darkness
PoesíaRainbow's Darkness : collection of poems, poetry, letters, words that came from my brain which I can't express through speaking but I can express through writing
