Der’Era Sesor

Der’Era Sesor
The dear richest of names
With her sweet little red lips
And voluminous red locks
Her petal-tender skin so soft
Gentle breath of wind caresses
Her closest pleasure lies within
Her mirror of glass so pure
Named little mirror “Erised”
Der’Era Sesor peers in and dives
Deep into Erised’s pool of dreams
Where she dips her feet in starlight
And is woven into thin green dresses
Where her feet are rooted within
Erised And the moss and rain plant her still
Where her red lips are sheeted over
And Der’Era Sesor is silenced
In the midst of scarlet innocence.

Author's Note

A wild piece with not much sense at all. I thought, what the heck? It's one in the morning. Anything goes.

Reviews

[WordNerd]

I LOVE THIS!!!

[Katseye]

Interesting peice beautifully writen.

[Alexis]

Wow... That had quite the imagery. I really enjoyed reading it! Good job, Zesa!