To be as she

by Sumit Ojha   Feb 27, 2008


Its a night of darkness, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
rises.

Evil shrouds her walking form,
a timeless wanting.

Her Black hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming form the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of darkness,
I remember her.

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  • 14 years ago

    by MERCY is never shown

    Ok great job!! i really wish it was a bit longer tho i mean i would love to get to read more of your poems they seem to be a bit to short but the subject is really cool and the mystery in your words is really compelling great job!!

  • 14 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    The flow really stands out as does the dark imagery

  • 14 years ago

    by KJ

    Now this is by far the greatest poem I have read of yours! Great job with the emotion and imagery! Amazing write. 5/5 :)

  • 15 years ago

    by mckenzie

    I enjoyed this one! the imagery was very good. it held my interest and left me wondering. a definate 5.

  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Well...this was a good poem, lots of imagery in it...nothing more can be said..it is perfect as it is:)

    God bless,

    5/5 Ingrid

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