TheRainWolf3

Full moon horizon Diamond glints upon black ebony Light dancing over the ripples Offering chimerical company. Starlight shimmering Golden flecks upon the shroud Enchanting visual prisms Mythical promise vowed. Zephyr tantalizing Gentle upon the flesh Cool fingers caressing Slipping through mesh. Astral soul Beseeching flight Desire of freedom Dreamscape delight. May 17, 2013

Moonlit nights Befall my soul Enrich my senses Make me whole. Stargazer display Light my eyes Glints of pleasure Sadness dies. Cool breeze Upon my skin Caressing softly Luxurious sin. Aromatic nature Scent divine Stirring within Emotional wine. Liquid kisses Trickling down Dancing sprinkles Wet the ground. Rejuvenation Renewal complete Rebirth of a smile Fantasy sweet. ~May 17, 2013

Slipping between lines of reality. The woven fabric unfurled. Grasping for hold in thin air. The edge of sight uncurled. Losing yourself within the fall. Allowing the dark take hold. A smile plays upon the lips. The body accepts the cold. The visions snake into the mind. The world changes attire. All you see is but a dream. New meaning to acquire. The past all gone, forgotten. Memories begin to fade away. Unearthly haunting pleasures. Upon the mind do play. ~April 16, 2012

Touch the dawn and break the silence. Screaming in the endless violence. Crimson flows into the seas. Nothing heard above the pleas. Shiny dagger's coldly steel. Searing pain is all you feel. Look of death upon their face. Darkness falls upon this place. Hell and torment grinning back. Dripping teeth upon attack. Ripping flesh from here to there. No safely hiding anywhere. Fires burn upon the ground. Spinning madness all around. Look upon the glass of vanity. See unleashed your own insanity. ~August 26, 2011

Walking on shards of broken glass. Crimson trickling between. River of pain laid out in a path. Eternity for a scream. Trapped nightmares within a soul. Bitterness teasing a taste. Darkness looms upon a mile. Frozen fear across the face. She walks the road of fallen dreams. Anticipating the end of the trail. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Irony awaiting upon the veil. Madness sparks the depths of Hell. Visions taunt and twirl. The walk begins with never an end. Death unknown to the girl. ~August 26, 2011

Twisted tendrils of smoke fill her nostrils. The heavy ashen taste tantalizes her lips. Her eyes roll back as she savors the sweet flavor. She pushes the poker further into the blaze. Wisps of red hot embers fill the fireplace. The heat begins to warm her cold body. The harsh pounding in her head begins to ease. The tightness in her chest finally starts to give way. But nothing has come close to filling the void inside. Anger smolders deep at the emptiness that taunts. The softly muffled noise no longer an irritation. She twists the poker around while anticipation builds. The poker end becoming white hot angry iron. A threat of a laugh we

The heat of the sun gives way to a humidly laden night. She sits upon a fallen trunk of tree and stares up at the moon. The light catches the sheen of sweat that has dressed her flesh. The flora around wilted from the hot moisture that has touched upon the land from the long summer days. The cool color of night a mere lie as the warmth of the air still lingers too thickly to breathe. She stands as her gown clings to her damp skin and she strolls to a clearing. She holds her hands up at the stars and whispers a chant so faint it barely escapes her lips. As the chant becomes rhythmic, she begins to sway with the barely audibl

She hears the voice whisper softly to her soul, as gently as a breeze caressing the skin. Her flesh tingles with the thought of sweet release, but her mind fights against the enchanting lure. The voice sinuously snakes itself around the cerebral cortex of her fevered brain, hoping to choke out the ability of logic and ensure no resistance against it's own agenda. A bewitching chant softly upon her audial senses, so sinfully sensual and full of urgent need. She closes her eyes as she lays down upon a bed of lush grass beneath the blanket of the moon. The melody so sweet and hypnotic upon her, like the touch of a passionate lover. Her hand

A seed within the soul does bloom when fed upon despair. A richly soil of sadness beds the sprout about to fare. The stem shoots up in frenzied need to bring upon it's life. Thorns adorn in greedy wake to puncture like a knife. The leaves unfold wanting tears to quench upon it's thirst. The bud in bloom luxuriant as the prismatic colors burst. The flower's name is Discontent with roots that snake down deep. It multiplies and will not give room for other desires to reap. ~April 29, 2011

Sing to me my dark-winged Angel. A melancholy tune upon a breeze. A sadness fills me from within as loneliness takes hold. Your presence haunts my memory as I feel a cold seep into my skin. Death blooms a vast array of emotional debris that leaves me searching for the night. Will Morpheus bring images of you into my dreamscape, or just a shadow to taunt my soul? I lay in the cool embrace of the moonlight blanket and wait for a melody to begin. ~April 14, 2011