horned

horned the creator he called for our wrists

in time divine i'd catch the angel with a unicorn's eye
prompt was the courageous and comforted they arose

hold tight your eyes for the emotion comes blinding
in torn armor and lies
this chapter our charming

the moonlight dew a soft trickle of your clean
lustful whimper
kept caged in a chest derived of dust

when this devil derelict came he snarled his ivory
with the sound of goosebumps in a tearing across the page

now i'm ready to sleep

Reviews

[R. L. Ambar]

Hmmm, rather peaceful if you ask me, i am not sure why but i got a calm feeling from it.

#_#

Rocher

[Adela Muresan]

I like your demonic poem, with a hitch of romance.

The last two verses, give the reader a glimpse of the power of imagination witch makes the plan of the reality almost interfere with the one of the illusion, in the mind.

A.M.