ghosts

Immortality, calls to sleeping queen, her awakening desires
In secret dungeon where he left his will to live, She waits to be his constant inbued fire
His sword poised his temptress of flames
Omens marbled his crystal light, she called his name

She wear any suits of callings~~~


His unknown beauty hidden in fours walls, ghosts visit me
Powered wings dragon lair, ebony hair falls
Fiery pits sworn to secrecy she waits, in her flawless journey
Beauty as , each hour towards midnight seduction skies

She wear any suits of callings~~~

Infinite powers soon to parish
Beauty lightship wings-span, hauntings each black rose
Her powerful talons, cobalt
Come my darling, kiss the blood spells maiden

by deborah shepard008

Reviews

[Michael]

You play a mean trick on your reader. You have constructed this to be a trap. It traps the reader by their own insecurities. We each read into the work just who is the ghost and who is not. Rather telling about our nature.

Great job.