In the midst of the dark shadows,
She wandered,
Like she was the scariest thing to be known in the woods,
Like she was a Victorian lady,Soaking in the mosses,
Like her man betrayed her in a mistress's mattress
Her eyes filled with crystal water,
That shined so perfectly under the moonlight,
Her melancholy sang so loud like a lullaby,
That melted even the heart of a bloodlust wolf
Her tears fell into the moonlit pool,
The sound of it spread a bliss into the brooding woods,
Her chipped nails,
Sharper than the claws of a beast
Her anger spread through the deep shadows,
Her deathly stares could spark a tremor,
even the lord of sins,
But deep down the facade,
She broke into a million pieces,
That no time could mend...
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All that Shines isn't Gold
PoetryAll the shines isn't gold.Isn't that the sole truth of life...The things that shine...it tends to gravitate us towards it,but once the shine wears off..We are left with the lies,the consequences...and Time..is it a gift or a curse?One can only find...
