Ode?
Black wings engulf me in sorrow.
Icy tendrils tearing at my flesh,
attempting to strip away sanity.
Twin violet eyes search me through,
like a cutlass cutting through an enemy's heart
dismembering and rendering him lifeless,
as the blade slashes 'cross my pale, cold flesh,
crimson flooding down towards Hell,
pouring down like my never ending tears.
Eternal sleep, my body aches for,
my cries of anguish reaching to winged Seraphim,
mockingly urging me to do more. . .
What is that I hear, demoness?
The sky blackens, eventually
To nothingness.
Molly Von Steinhausen
Written 3/8/06
 Jew-bacca · Sat May 13, 2006 @ 03:07am · 0 Comments |
