Form - Narrative
Title - The Hunt...
I shall create a mighty horse,
But I will not hide inside...
It’s pitch black
I can’t see a thing...
A kiss is pure bliss,
But your kiss is madness...
Once beating and strong, lays silent and cold
surrounded in granite, eyes liquid and gold...
Passion Consumes me
Emit fire from my eyes...
I keep having this memory
a reoccuring dream...
You fall from a giant height.
On a dark and timeless night...
Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...
Lying on the ground
eyes looking above...
Cold unknowing hands press against my lower back,
A soft sigh escaping my trembling lips...
Inspired by the book "Hawksong," by...
Invoke the air's seductive melody...