Aesa & Bona

Spine of twigs, hidden behind a pen,masked by photo

Crushed by her uneffective feelings with worthless grudge,

she covered her self in mud irony she calls it

Bona calls it stupidity all of one person

...Bona & Aesa

...Aesa & Bona

Rottened by the deadest end; covered in shadow and snow lets conceal this...

lets seal the witching hour

meet me in a war Bona calls out to Aesa, broken...

Spine of twigs , hidden behind a pen,masked by photo

dragged but thorn cuffs abluvion

conspue at her her wrists,conspue at her face

let truth be known...let the war begin

Aesa & Bona

cold andwarm

old and young

wretched and precious

steel and gold

Blooded ruby in Bona's palms ready to hit

Aesa at her knees...pen and paper

Bona

Aesa

let the war begin

Author's Note

keeping it simple ....and cryptic ;)
tell me what you think :)

Reviews

[Kate Hunter]

Very well written, the imagery was great. It takes a couple of times to understand what you're getting at and that's a good thing. Keep it up.

[joshua deathdealer]

I imagined this beautifully. I'm still unsure exactly who or what aesa & bona is but that just adds to the mysterious feel. Nice work..xx

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

Simple and cryptic, eh? Well This feels like a magic spell indeed. I want to know more, i know its much bigger than what you write here, because i can feel it. What are the spells and and enchanments? Great piece like a collage of old magics in eloquent times.

[no one]

a spell bindin in ur poem