Craving

Dreaming of dreams I found myself
the moon was bent silver
the clouds were cold and morbid shrouds
a pale dead lady rests

                          ~♥~

In the midst of drank an elf shivers
of my ethereal touch
the enchantress dwells deep within
this white skin I possess

                          ~♥~

I am reaching for his black stars
carbon eyes for my pyre
those same eyes looked at my real soul
my slain wish now lit


Wiccangel (Victoria III)©

"In Love" by by Selina Fenech ©