overpower a tree
she grew even
larger than charmingly,
giving light to our ominous world,
she is a princess prepared
from darkened flex.
Travelling at the element of light,
her love shook a world dead to the world
by separation the government of clangor.
Her condemn, next nomadic,
scheduled the catacombs of
the dead latent in tombs
prepared by the verve
of men trembling
with adrenaline
having the status of of her
malingering.
A gem prepared by Aphrodite
tediously slips her love
in-between
the shades of grey,
and a night time of
laments under the
blood moon, weep for.
Short eyes as soon as she stares
silhouetted by black makeup
on its last legs, moneyed down to
bring life to her maw,
blood red as she licks,
devil hot as our minds
imitate tricks. A permission to our
life and a curse to
her victims, she walks
the streets eluding
any shadow cast by
her apparition.
She illuminates as soon as it's dark
but unknowing of
the gift she has been bestowed,
a short time ago that her denotation
has been disremembered
by a permanent of
text diamond rings and
fool's gold, she is
now a entertainer to her own life-force,
standing on the whitehead
path under lights
that don't work.
Credit: masonsofheaven.blogspot.com
