"ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs."
A perilous maiden shrouded in beauty,
Dancing in meadows of poetry.
Intentions masked by flowery speeches;
Her words covertly drawing blood akin to leeches.
Parted plump lips,
Far from endearing, it's a fountain of spears and daggers.
A trigger to every nightmare,
Venom-coated words; beware.
Wandering mind;
Cage to thousands of roaring thoughts disbind.
A definite threat to mankind,
Treacherous poetess— a human landmine.
Delicate hand; wrapped around an enchanted pen,
Her venal pages; a portal to chaos and mayhem.
Mere inks, erupting into creatures of mischief,
Servants of the underworld surface to cause madness and grief.
Heaven's flaming eye,
Witness to every soul who succumbed to her lies.
Broken hearts and dreams,
Dripping from the rims of her frayed pages.
Poetess' witty lines and rhymes,
Enticing those who hear her candied crimes.
Luring people into imaginary heims,
To corrupt and ensnare; her purpose for a lifetime.
"ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴀʙʏss."
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Poems
PoetryCome, and let us dance in my garden of poetry. The photos and artworks I will be using is not mine. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either t...
