Dark Red Seed Part 2

Spellbind by the Dark Prince black luxurious pools of eyes
That grasp the ambrosia of Mayhem, and ooze the essence of evil
For his skin as dark as midnight
Reflect more heavenly than the crescent moon

As his hand so tender yet firm to the touch
Obliterate her bitter tears, and taste their painful sensation
Marvelously, it elicit his obscure immortal soul
Within its vehement wails, singing the melodies of sorrow

For time is frozen within the Garden of Illusion
Whereas the Dark Prince plucks the Chaos Rose
And kiss the velvet petals
That transforms into an amethyst gem

For it's beauty grace upon a silver gray necklace
Destine for her pale lilac neck
Becoming his Soulmate, Wife, and Queen of his hell

Copyright ©2008 Donna Maya Cooper

by DeadMoonChild
posted on 04/08/2008