she was the devil in a sorcerer's bones,
a wreath of thorns and skeletons
on her mind.
those words spilled
from the mouths of weaklings,
crowned heads; Jason.
oh, how she loved cruces - unraveling
another's soul to heed their
sins, virtues, luscious blemishes.
his were a pretty face and
the glint of sworn gold.
hers was mislaid ardour.
in her garden of ****** roses, her heart
was hefted with the measure
of a feather.
within shadows, she ruled once more.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
she was the devil in a sorcerer's bones,
a wreath of thorns and skeletons
on her mind.
those words spilled
from the mouths of weaklings,
crowned heads; Jason.
oh, how she loved cruces - unraveling
another's soul to heed their
sins, virtues, luscious blemishes.
his were a pretty face and
the glint of sworn gold.
hers was mislaid ardour.
in her garden of ****** roses, her heart
was hefted with the measure
of a feather.
within shadows, she ruled once more.
reading mythology.
