Her world shaken
Her eyes taken.
Her beauty gone,
now she walks alone.
Septic flesh and broken bone
Her ego's payment,
In a ruined basement.
She wanders in the dark
Seeking shards of her broken heart.
Holding tight, her infernal mark
Hiding, as she falls apart…
From her grave, she crawls
Through the mud, her blood flows.
Trembling body, soulless crone.
She reaches skulls, crushed by rocks.
Her thirst grows, the dead she mocks.
And then, the dawn breaks.
Her body turns to blood lakes.
Her hair turns to sand.
Such a fate, none can withstand.
A great write.. I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me.. Keep it up. Naila
An imaginative and well crafted write. Shakesperian in quality. Reminds me of Macbeth.+++10 Robert
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poetic imagination, Poseidon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.