Her raven hair's
Like the willow tree,
And a Black Nighmare
Brought her to me.
It stopped outside
Beneath the tree,
To let her slide
To the soil,
Just like a bride.
It made me ill,
For a moment.
Everything was still,
And transcendent,
Otherworldly,
Even the torment.
She moved softly
Across my skin,
Almost playfully.
Then turned again
And bared her teeth
In a crimson grin
That hid beneath
Her flashing eyes;
Anemic wreaths
That pout, then sigh,
So perfectly sad,
And dripping with delight.
Wow! ! ! ! ! Very Seductive, , , Interestingly Done! ! ! ! ! Extremely Creative! ! ! ! ! Wow! ! ! ! ! 10S
I give the title alone a 10! . Superb use of metaphor to describe your impression of this encounter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Phenomenal title.