Fathomless is the mind full of stories.
Refuse on rivers Carried beyond to the next A pattern of life
By Obsidian Words4 months ago in Poets
I dare not compare thee to a summers day For I stumble into midnight in those eyes, No innocence transacted when they stray
Warmth has left the air Settled in the leaves to wait Dormant ‘till Summer
The wind has become A whisper of itself now That the leaves are gone.
The flames are falling Feather-light gifts from the trees Most beautiful change
Mind her Wiccan ways Herb, stone and beast she summons Cure or curse, you choose
Poisoned, a heart fades One last beat of surrender The only complaint
You stole my breath, love I drowned in you, and you just Danced with my corpse
Peel my skin away Fingernails crimson coated Wear me like a dress
I do not fear ghosts I fear the demons that walk Freely among us
Melting faces grin Teeth dripping from broken lips Putrid breath rattles
Forget what once was Instead, take up salt and flame Prepare for darkness
