
Bound in this tomb of ghastly wings
She cries
In her refusal to be his bride
In the black of night
Their wandering eyes
In their hunger cry
Their wings dancing around her
Forbidden a taste of his fruit
She simply cries
Dare to glance into his eyes?
She knows it is then
She is destined to die
His fangs
Slowly draining life from her soul
Condemning her
A follower
Another of his raging in anger
Corrupted souls
Copyright 2007
Regis
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Fee
good work....Art Sun...
Carmen