Wall no longer confine her venomous screams
As sinister emotion howl's their darkest craving
Blood bind her to this hellish fate
Whereas sanity spills its reality in hate
Devours her purity into these realms of life and death
Lost within their constrain, She buried beneath its dims skies
As her half-life rots along her crimson cries
Moistening the pale lilac skin, mar anguish and grief
Cascades upon the soft brown earth
Capturing the taste of acid tears, sired from the gloom within
That fertilize the moonblind land, seeding the dark red drops
Birth the garden of illusion, and grows the pale the rose of Chaos
It's beauty rare among the Angels and Devils
Calls forth the Dark Prince of Wrath
For ebony wings apart the bleak clouds
Slowly reveals its Adonis master
Copyright ©2008 Donna Maya Cooper
by
DeadMoonChildposted on 04/03/2008