Skimming the wind,
A killer with wings,
Down from the skies,
As light as her strings.
Smile...
A blur.
Hair...
Nowhere to find.
Hands...
So soft.
Teeth...
Will break your mind.
YOU ARE READING
grey Færies
PoetryI recently got the idea of attempting to write daily. Not anything lengthy, just short bits of poetry... this is basically a collection of those. I'll try to update it daily, sort of like a personal challenge for myself. With that out of the way, a...
