BLACK AS NIGHT

cat eyes roses

 

Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine in the dark.
He sees me and much more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

No footsteps hit the ground.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
Chilly fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take flight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in our games.

I close my eyes in defeat.
He has won yet again.
Cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

TO THE LIGHT

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Prismatic by te5seract

TO THE LIGHT

Bring me to the light

Where demons don’t dwell,

And colors appear to soothe my tired soul.

A rainbow of delights engulfs me.

Raindrops fall to wash my tears.

Music surrounds me in a heartbeat.

I am not alone.

Others have found this paradise.

A place to quiet the wandering beast.

Arms lift me.

Roses entomb me.

I am here at last.

I’ve made it to paradise.

BLACK AS NIGHT

cat eyes roses

Dark as death,
Black as the night,
The evil one has come
For me tonight.

My heart pounds a beat.
He sees me and more.
He walks the dark street.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot even hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble​ in despair.
Their faces are tilting
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the winds.
His body whispers past me.
Soft in the trade winds​.

He takes me in flight,
Up to the laughing moon.
I can’t see his face.
I’ll be his all too soon.

I close my eyes in defeat.
His cold lips crush mine.
I search for a way to retreat.
I search for a sign.​

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

SIMPLE

pagewoman:
“ Brockhampton Estate, Herefordshire, England
”
There’s beauty in the simple,
in the flow of a sweeping vine,
in the perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day,
to fill you with its scent,
to entice you with its passion.
To leave you...

 

pagewoman:

Brockhampton Estate, Herefordshire, England

via n.g.s

 

There’s beauty in the simple,

in the flow of a sweeping vine,

in the perfection of a rose.

Enough to brighten a day,

to fill you with its scent,

to entice you with its passion.

To leave you with serenity.