If her eyes were a song they would play a haunting melody.
Dark and alluring like a moonless summer night.
Deep tones of the cello kept afloat by slow violins.
Deep brown hue of the woodwind
A magnetic song drawing my soul ever closer to the abyss.
The wind shifts toward her.
Even nature is pulled to her melodic eyes.
The world goes quiet when the Siren sings.
No singing gull nor crashing wave can drown out the music from her two black pearls.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
If her eyes were a song they would play a haunting melody.
Dark and alluring like a moonless summer night.
Deep tones of the cello kept afloat by slow violins.
Deep brown hue of the woodwind
A magnetic song drawing my soul ever closer to the abyss.
The wind shifts toward her.
Even nature is pulled to her melodic eyes.
The world goes quiet when the Siren sings.
No singing gull nor crashing wave can drown out the music from her two black pearls.
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