In the abyss of the Gringotts
laid the secrets buried deep inside
and the most hideous and the sinister ones
were the ones, guarded the most
to be seen not by ones with the faint heart
and repressed so to keep the evil apart
Alas but would they realize?
that the demons weren't conceived of the material creed
Not to be split or be torn apart
but to be confronted by the ones with a noble heart
And She wasn't blessed by a lion's heart
So she chose to become the demon herself
As only the demons aren't afraid of one of their clan
She was the master of self manipulation
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
As the ground gleam with the gold
As the grass glow in the glum
As the mist settles on the petals
As the blooms begin to sob
As the oaks speak nothing, but silence
As the leaves chatter together
Oblivious to the pains, and of the endeavors
Masquerading tears, hiding sorrows
Buried in the memories of the burning past
An inexplicable melancholy in the air
Intoxicating everyone in the twilight gloom
I hope this dusk never settles
And we could relish this moment together
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
Oblivious to her surroundings,
Ignorant of her consciousness
Lost in the labyrinth of her mind,
Lies, where the universe of her desire
Quiet, her heart sinking,
beneath the secrets of her *****
with a crave to chat,
and a yearn to cry,
her eyes spoke through a million signs
Softly, she took a step back,
in the fear of being prejudiced,
by the one, inside her,
the one, she thought,
was her sole confidante
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC