The Dream with friends

Beautiful moths in a room full of violet neons;

We dance in a circle , we live our theos,

Enchanted by the notes, the very tender notes;

A larvae crawls on me as it turns to moth

And I keep wondering why the violent neons 

Keep turning  the moths from silk threads to zeroes. 

I dare to doze a little on the carpet 

But my dreams are violent and full of larva,

I'm caught  in a black velvet curtain that never ends;

I wake up to supposely find my friends...

All turned to moths.

One wolf alone  stands in the corner

And drinks a half of beer,

I get up, "heil!" and leave;

I'm left little time to do the things I need 

And none to spill some useless tears.

The door was open ,I left it wide;

The night is  young  and  full of  stars.

I feel my body lifts to sky,

And from then on I'm gone  onwards.

Reviews

[Cerebriation]

This is insane, kinda like my dreams that I can manage to remember well enough to stitch together. I almost certainly imagined actual moths and larvae, and then everything transformed into a different, yet similar scene. Your structure here is unique. It shrinks slightly. The rhyme and meter are slightly amiss, but it works with the chaotic imagery. Awesome piece!

[Ella R.]

Well, actually, it goes the same with the rhyme as in Miss Dead- i find it optional, just like capitalization or other cercatin rules for writing the classical types of poems.

[Ella R.]

but thank you very much for the appreciation ^.^

[Ookpik]

Like AF! .

[Stan Lee]

This was a smooth poem. Very gothic romantic language. Stay inspired.

[Ella R.]

I never thought someone would say I write gothic romantic stuff. Thanks anyway :)