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- - - WHISPERING MOONS - - -
May her dreams come true
Beneath whispering moons
When high noon’s in limbo
Betwixt hands that tremble
Specters inside gasp
When faceless ghasts relapse
May I catch her scent
As she walks, silently,
On the path
I spy her roses of despair
In the perfume that she wears
Lo, she is draped in drapes
In the shining scales of drakes
Nevermore, the taste of amour
Will bless those lips I do adore
Her paradise
A paradigm
Just a construct
To destruct
At the concert
That I must subvert
She is, seemingly, made of glass
As fragile as blades of grass
Lo, she’s shown in winds blown
Sitting upon mighty thrones
Heaven spent in wails and laments
As she spirals into descent
In the spirit forest
Satyrs inside the mists
Speak of droves
In undertows
Lashing in waters
Where titans kissed
I am trapped inside
Her imagination
Of typhoons
And incineration
A world she made
Inside her mind
To escape
Storms that rage in bondage and lace
Withhold the grace of her face
Lo, her game of blue flame
Letters born of screaming pain
Severing the ties of lost kings
Burials in early spring
I recognize
The parasite
I must submit
To culprits
I must rehearse
The spiraling verse
I spy her standing in silk gowns
Spun just for the royal crown
Lo, demean spider queens
Tempered with those dying screams
Nevermore, with hounds of hordes
Will she slumber evermore
In her spirit forest
Satyrs inside the mists
Speak of droves
In undertows
Lashing in waters
Where titans kissed
May her dreams come true
Beneath whispering moons
When high noon’s in limbo
Betwixt hands that tremble
Specters inside gasp
When faceless ghasts relapse
May I catch her scent
As she walks, silently,
On the path
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Beneath whispering moons
When high noon’s in limbo
Betwixt hands that tremble
Specters inside gasp
When faceless ghasts relapse
May I catch her scent
As she walks, silently,
On the path
I spy her roses of despair
In the perfume that she wears
Lo, she is draped in drapes
In the shining scales of drakes
Nevermore, the taste of amour
Will bless those lips I do adore
Her paradise
A paradigm
Just a construct
To destruct
At the concert
That I must subvert
She is, seemingly, made of glass
As fragile as blades of grass
Lo, she’s shown in winds blown
Sitting upon mighty thrones
Heaven spent in wails and laments
As she spirals into descent
In the spirit forest
Satyrs inside the mists
Speak of droves
In undertows
Lashing in waters
Where titans kissed
I am trapped inside
Her imagination
Of typhoons
And incineration
A world she made
Inside her mind
To escape
Storms that rage in bondage and lace
Withhold the grace of her face
Lo, her game of blue flame
Letters born of screaming pain
Severing the ties of lost kings
Burials in early spring
I recognize
The parasite
I must submit
To culprits
I must rehearse
The spiraling verse
I spy her standing in silk gowns
Spun just for the royal crown
Lo, demean spider queens
Tempered with those dying screams
Nevermore, with hounds of hordes
Will she slumber evermore
In her spirit forest
Satyrs inside the mists
Speak of droves
In undertows
Lashing in waters
Where titans kissed
May her dreams come true
Beneath whispering moons
When high noon’s in limbo
Betwixt hands that tremble
Specters inside gasp
When faceless ghasts relapse
May I catch her scent
As she walks, silently,
On the path
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 22nd Jul 2015
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22nd Jul 2015 3:21am
22nd Jul 2015 3:22am
22nd Jul 2015 4:35am
"I am trapped inside
Her imagination
Of typhoons <<~~ fav verse!
And incineration
A world she made
Inside her mind
To escape"
You have A-stounded my senses with your verse, hitting on almost every
fav here.. from medieval gothic faerie~tale to titans & lace..
impressive dark w(r)ite, rich in detail ...as you never disappoint!
my list thanx you ;)
~d
Her imagination
Of typhoons <<~~ fav verse!
And incineration
A world she made
Inside her mind
To escape"
You have A-stounded my senses with your verse, hitting on almost every
fav here.. from medieval gothic faerie~tale to titans & lace..
impressive dark w(r)ite, rich in detail ...as you never disappoint!
my list thanx you ;)
~d
22nd Jul 2015 4:38am
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