Whispering Death
A smile flashed like wolves teeth.
All to familiar, a killers grimace.
Oh how enchanting, a voice of sweet deceit.
My body lies forever in a grave of roots and rocks.
Join me in my fate, under a moon where I once met oneself in pooling tears.
The trees whispered in exhilarating excitement.
Even the dead tell stories.
Comments 0
Loading...