Freedom - Like Feathers In A Breeze
She has no shame or hint of guilt
As she dances through her field of death
Macabre in her carefree sway
Swathed in her cursed black dress
She treads a path of murdered souls
Shrouded heavily in tangled lace
A satanic lacy mask of death
Caresses the darkened evil face
But beneath that calm composure
And the blackened heart within
She yearns to break the shackles
That bind the eternity of sin
So gloved in white, her hands release
Two doves, she sets them free.
She watches as they soar with hope
Like feathers in a breeze
She teeters on the precipice
As freedom rings its bell
Till Satan’s bloodied hand appears
And drags her back to hell.
This was brilliant and the rhyming scheme works so well! Love dark poems like this, well done.
Love this! Great job 👏
This was so good!!