REACTION

Hair black as coal,
eyes deep as a moan,
you've been lingering in my mind for far too long

I made friends with Hades just to watch you burn
and joined the obscurity of a summer gloom
Crimson abyss and delirium of smoke
brought satisfaction at your altar made from stone

Soon I found depths in a shallow place,
where the hollow lust started wandering
My eyes were covered when you walked away,
leering endlessly in a fading luster

As your gods gave birth to a new sorrow,
I spread my poison like a fever
Show me what you love, watch me destroy it,
until you become a vague tale

Oh darling,
didn't you know?
The last poem is yet to be born.




 

Reviews

[Babe Roxx]

'I made friends with Hades just to watch you burn...' You an awesome Poet...the whole poem burned through my thoughts. :)

[WarriorElectric]

Merci mon amie! :)

[Babe Roxx]

Je vous en prie, Madame...avec beaucoup de plaisir. ;)

[Lydia Shutter]

For a true poet, there is never a last poem, is there? Mystical and deep, your words are seductive and intriguing. Good write. Lydia

[WarriorElectric]

Everything depends on one's perspective and interpretation; the last could be the beginning of something new. Thank you, I appreciate it :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Intriguing and dark... laced with lust...
I love it! :)

[WarriorElectric]

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

It's my pleasure. :)