An array of colours
Swept her view,
But alone she sat
Contemplating
White top hats
And stylish cravats,
In an enchanted
Ball where dancers
Whisked away their
Partners, fancy
Footsteps meeting
Flourishing cloaks
Covering shadows
That drew disfigured
Silhouettes, revealing
The truth behind their
Winning smiles and
Graceful pirouettes.
Haggard faces
And painted
Expressions made
For a gruesome
Sight, as she waited
For someone, anyone
To notice her deathly
Plight: amid
Dripping red wrists
She whispered and
Pleaded for a
Saviour to call,
Unaware of the fate
She would befall.
The scent of brimstone
Slithered through the
Air, thickening into
Opaque smoke,
In which Thanatos
Stood reining in
His cavernous hunger
Of wrathful passion,
That she did evoke.
One smouldering
Hand he did extend,
On her knees she
Did so bend, his
Simmering gaze
Sealing her wounds
To the scent of
Burning flesh, her
Thoughts marooned.
Languorous midnight ink
Rolling in gentle waves
Upon her skin,
Abiding an unbroken
Gaze awash in
Deathly sin.
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In The Depths Of Darkness (Poetry)
PoetryA scenic kaleidoscope where each poem is fuel for the imagination. Intriguing poetry portraying both dark and enchanting themes. Fantasy tales of original and imaginative spell-binding poems, also inspired by myth and legend. A world of unique...
