Adaline

I tried something different with this poem, it's longer than what I usually do.

My dearest Adaline -

with the blondest of hair, 

and the bluest of eyes

the happiest of smiles,

joyous and pride

a smile, such as yours

has something to hide

My Adaline, my Adaline

you're picturesque vanity

it is a mask, I see

to hide your obscene profanity

Your ruby red lips,

compliment your tragic eyes

your voice is an echo of a beautiful hell, 

it lures them in, it drags us in

They cannot help but fight

your wickedly haunting laugh

drowns out their dying cries,

you smile with every death, I see

the vengeance in your eyes

with every cut, every bite -

It makes you feel alive

ironically, you're not

and here they still do fight

But no one will survive,

My dearest Adaline.

Author's Note

[image found on Pinterest: Aqua Mermaid]