She fell from Grace, or so they said
a million and one times over...

Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...

To enjoy it's shade,
feel it's leafy breezes upon your face...

Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...

There is a hidden darkness
in the middle of the sun...

Her eyes are filled with ebony stars
encircled with thunderous cloud formations...

I write in spirals of color
imagination follows in formation...

Fighting urges of darkness
a fiery switch within my mind...

Hazel eyes gaze upon an orchid night sky
ebony air consumes me, moonbeams glisten...

I was once a denim demon
running wild, choking on mushrooms...

Marie
Is a beauty...

I manipulated the stars, In desperate fashion
braided ebony locks, allowing them to dazzle...