Nixie626
I'm wondering if I should put this poem and others that are similar and make make a book. I want your honesty and feedback? VIOLINS MOURM OF THE DEAD At night when angels are asleep, and demons rise, the moon once bright is now stained by your demise as up in Heaven graceful violins melodies weep and at night demons arise when angels are asleep. For violins mourn the dead. Stars shimmer like diamonds in the black velvet sky and demons fold their decaying wings around thy restful body as your soulless eyes still glimmer - On the black velvet sky stars like diamonds shimmer. Violins mourn for the dead.