Black eyes, as dark as midnight
And white skin like snow
Hair that reaches the ground
That seems to be like a white glow
Her pink faded eyes look around
And her black nails clink together
She is of normal height of a girl
But for she is not human.
She holds the skull up in her hand
And traces all the light, empty lines.
The missing eyes and hair
The nose that was once there
she looks over
at her lover
With a smile full of wonder
The faded pink of her eyes, getting darker
For this being can show love
Angel Of The Night
Beautiful! ! ! ! You were brilliant here at using the perfect imagination, and the words that go along with the title, the way you used to write this poem attracts the reader mind to read it until the end, again I loved another picture of your works... +10 :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'She holds the skull up in her hand And traces all the light, empty lines. The missing eyes and hair The nose that was once there she looks over at her lover With a smile full of wonder' My God! Quite scary!