The dejected Romeo,
Rose in hand and wrought with shame.
Crushed by a heart that he can’t claim.
The stars quick to lay their blame.
Whispering to the darkness,
“What’s in a name?”
The girl...
Her skin as cold as marble and just as white.
Sits there in the shadows,
With the torn wings that she’d rather hide.
Observing her ill-fated knight.
Underneath the murky beauty of an obsidian sky.
Pale light showing from the moon,
Changing her shade with every degree of swoon,
Sick with grief and full of gloom.
Watching for the flame that eminently looms,
As it infects her powder-like skin that the fire sadly, but deeply consumes.
It is always an indeed pleasure to read such fine well written artistic work. I love coming out to my favorite den where you all inspire me so much every day. What I read share and know is such a wonderful view. Stay focused and always write on.
Intensely beutiful stage setting that draws the readers attention from first line to the last...I can see a continuation of this one coming or so I hope.
Book 5, the final story in the Wilderness Series--A marvelous and fantastic journey, enjoy little known history crafted with original, brilliant unforgettable moments, unforgettable characters, and an unforgettable adventure that will keep you shakin
In this fourth and final installment the intrepid crew is taken to the limits of their endurance as they brave a subterranean world filled with dangers and bizarre wonders. When Thurid’s warriors are defeated the crew frees the Grettig family from ca
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What a combination of colors here in this poem Mariah. I love ut.
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