all it took was a single look- he fell for her.
angel eyes in clear blue skies, he only thought of her.
the sun created her dancing raven locks,
capturing life- tempting him to reach towards her.
the moon would rise, singing solitary melodies,
and in his inner strife, he only wished for her.
the stars could taint the lonely night
but their brilliance couldn't stain his love for her.
chrysanthemums reflected in her sancy diamond lies,
and for her sustenance, he picked bouquets for her.
her beauty shone like carved, clear stone,
and his heart was enveloped in a cold embrace from her.
and as he fell, a willing victim to the abyss,
he smiled, as if all his breath was hers.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC
all it took was a single look- he fell for her.
angel eyes in clear blue skies, he only thought of her.
the sun created her dancing raven locks,
capturing life- tempting him to reach towards her.
the moon would rise, singing solitary melodies,
and in his inner strife, he only wished for her.
the stars could taint the lonely night
but their brilliance couldn't stain his love for her.
chrysanthemums reflected in her sancy diamond lies,
and for her sustenance, he picked bouquets for her.
her beauty shone like carved, clear stone,
and his heart was enveloped in a cold embrace from her.
and as he fell, a willing victim to the abyss,
he smiled, as if all his breath was hers.
a ghazal attempt I wrote for class about a man with an...unhealthy obsession with the abyss.
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