as nightfall comes and so I dream
my sleep beholds a vivid scene...
If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...
I will wrap it around me so tightly I will not be...
Stars glistening on my skin like pin prick...
Form - Narrative
Title - The Hunt...
Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...
My tears aren't tears,
their fear's deep lost...
~ Puppet Strings ~
By Nicole Pirri...
I have wings of the darkness
And a heart of pure stone...
Cackles fill the hallway,
Laughter coming from the walls...
Igniting the fire,
of a pained and doubted heart...
A leaf shutters,
As you pass below...
How can someone so beautiful and perfect be a...
the smooth black hair as I put run my hand through...