She delved in white,
something so pure that was seamless
as though nothing could contaminate
what was enthral in looks.
But beneath the demure
was a weapon pointing
at others hearts.
Onyx points, seeping with abhorrence.
showing that there was more than
her false pretences.
If a wolf has a blood lust it was her,
velvet soft, but blood seeps
beneath even the purest of looks..
And hers was bile.
She stand there like a light in the woods
of loneliness, but get to close
and her arrow will pierce even the most
loving heart.
Hear her white noise confusing the reality
of a loving heart.
Bleeding it dry,
till only a corpse
of white lays before her. And she smiles...
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
She delved in white,
something so pure that was seamless
as though nothing could contaminate
what was enthral in looks.
But beneath the demure
was a weapon pointing
at others hearts.
Onyx points, seeping with abhorrence.
showing that there was more than
her false pretences.
If a wolf has a blood lust it was her,
velvet soft, but blood seeps
beneath even the purest of looks..
And hers was bile.
She stand there like a light in the woods
of loneliness, but get to close
and her arrow will pierce even the most
loving heart.
Hear her white noise confusing the reality
of a loving heart.
Bleeding it dry,
till only a corpse
of white lays before her. And she smiles...
