Along this darkened path I walk, Towards what I know not, A withering tree overhangs the road, Is this what I’m searching for?
Author: DarkSeductress
Buried Stars (poem)
Yearning for touch Scrabbling for sound Infantile voices Earthed by the mask Of illusionary death
Is this all I have dreamt of? (poem)
Along this darkened path I walk, Towards what I know not, A withering tree overhangs the road, Is this what I’m searching for?
Short scribbling…
She sits, suspended in time, above the beacon of light that is the city. Daffodil hills and green meadows play through her mind like a recently whispered story of myth and legend. The wind narrates each verse and writes each page then turns them softly before they’re blown away from her here and now.
The Demoness (poem)
I have heard many a stories of infatuations and lust Women in youthful bounties seducing men in trust They play as if an instrument, they make as if a sport To lead one by red lips with sweet words and then home to their forts…