cursed with dark magic from taking the wrong path,
a girl made her way towards the masquerade ball.
many had told her not to take the shortcut,
but her shoes were blistering her heels and hurting her toes.

it was only a shortcut.

knocked out by a strong wind,
waking with no recollection of what happened,
she continued.

the ball was extravagant and many were there.
the crown prince was present
with his eye on the girl with the antelope mask.
how delicate it was made and how smooth the material was,
the beauty of her must be stunning from underneath.

they danced all night until the party began to die,
and it was then that the prince wanted to know the identity of his love.
but the mask was stuck tight to her face,
and embarrassed the girl.
she spoke about the shortcut,
and the prince knew.

his true love cried before him,
but his father would never let him marry a girl in a mask.
so she ran away with the treacherous thoughts in her mind,
with the crown prince shouting from behind.

she ran until her feet wouldn’t,
and found herself in the darkest parts of the forest.

Touch me there
Touch me here
Kiss me there
Kiss me here
Lick me there
Lick me here
I’m your slave
I’m your fantasy

Jackson sailed off into the sunset abandoning his child
his only daughter, Angel, untamed and wild

long black hair contrasts a wet white gown
miles adrift from the nearest town
embellished angst crawls her skin
heaven only knows where she's been
maudlin makeup smears her face in mascara
her father swindled in this masked era
into piracy planning to loot their *****
an honor in his eye, his civic duty

self banished into the hot springs and garden
her heart slowly begins to harden
the love she has lost can once again find her
before her vision stigmatizes to a blur
the image of her father brave and strong
the perception of a life that's never wrong
a paid mercenary sent to **** her faith in man
a benchmark set as high as she can

he hopes she knows she is not forgotten
that his spirit is not rotten
for it’s because of her he must leave
how could she be so naive
to think he didn't love her this entire time
abandoning her for a life of crime
false promises encouraged high hopes
until he's caught hanging from the gallows’ ropes

a crusader in thought, Jackson left his daughter on the shore
believing he’d return with a life worth plenty more
believing what he was wasn't enough
to perfectly protect his daughter, the diamond in the rough

As I and my worker
Take a walk
At the local trail
The leave change
Colour
And we see
The goddess of autumn.
Dresssed in a dress of fall
Leaves.

In the middle of the night
A girl
Wakes up to a gold orb
With cherubs swimming in it
With out touching it
The orb floats
Eerily
In her hands.

Sometimes I go too  deep in my writing for others to understand
It's too much for them to take in
I'm not looking for praise
Or for money
But for expression of myself and others
So, they can relate and understand
That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe
And I'm sorry if its too much

There she rests,
better yet,
her life's leaking.
She, the broken winged
being of a chemical bath,
never meant
to last long,
ponders her past when

violet light spears out of the black
night in a radial burst, orbs
of blue, white, and pink,
dance in collusion,

and calls her, as she's called to doom,
so many before her.

Within the oval shape casting there,
she beheld blood somewhere else,
pumping through gates,
coursing through veins.

With a muster of her final strength,
she fell from the rock and into the waters.
Pulling and pulling,
closer and closer.

There was a little
Girl with
A blue dress and blue hair
Talking
To her
Pet blue chickadee
That’s the size of a Boeing
737

The news
Says rain
Is cause by
Heavy percipation
But mythology
Tells us that
Rain is caused
By broken hearts.