Darkness
rock_26iin | 23 March, 2007 10:34
A lost maiden roaming the forests
A darkness cast by the glowing moon
What dark dangers does the forest hold
When the creatures of dark fully bloom
An eerie calm, a deadly prickle of hair
A presence of something silently sinister
A fragrance of lavenders, long squelched
A glowing anger at the uncalled visitor
A frantic flight, in search of safety
A rapid chase of increasing vehemence
A guiding spotlight of the indifferent moon
Lost in older worlds of its own remembrance
A tress caressed by gnarled fingers
A piece of cloth left on curved claws
Run does she, to the edges of fortitude
Followed by, hungry jaws
An attack in the marshes
Two bodies collide with the ground
Devoured is her glowing flesh
From the night, there is no sound
A tragic end to a lovely life
That came and passed too soon
The maiden was you, the beast was I
Now I stare at the indifferent moon.