Ballad

[murkelmadness]

There’s something creeping within the dark

It fears to face the day

Within its mind glow half formed jewels

Their presence lucky, come whatever may

Its face between a spray of leaves,

Entwines unwinds- for there within in the hallowed

Eyes stare forth in multitude

Those who try to hold its stare are found lost and callowed

He spits the acrid

Comments

[satansplaything]

You should write a book. I would read it and laugh because your insides are so sparkly and fucked up.

Hugs and love.