Dark dream

Pricked from a thorn

Trailing red along stone

Stained white dress

Twisted tales be told

Dried petals at my feet

Walk past gates standing so tall

See vines that sing to the moon

The wind that sails to the stars

Catch a deadly dream

And drift further from reality

As if anything had held you here in the first place

Author's Note

I didn't know where this came from, so quick and short, but I kinda like it.

Reviews

[MandaBear]

I really like this. I have to tell you this kinda reminds me of the Corpse Bride. I am probably the only one but I have to say that is one of my favorite movies and it makes this poem all that much better. Your words really are well written.! Great job! 200 million percent!!

[Ripple of Aqua]

I never saw it that way- like Corpse Bride- but now that I look it over... That's totally true! Nice connection there!

[Melissa Edmunds]

I really like this one. There is a lot of depth to it..