The master of hide and seek , taking refuge behind buildings and trees. Glowing like a medal in the distance; ruining the game.
A flash of lights as vision becomes blurry , head dizzy. Sparkles glowing. A siren , whose eyes lure you; burn you with kisses and leaves a red love bite which remains forever ;creating a glowing reflection. Don’t blink, don’t look away.The siren of the sky will ache from the heavens and spread a curse.
Frosted tears will spread darkness causing the tufts of grass to turn ashy and weep with icy tears.
Until the siren melts away the grey, creating a colourful haze. Oh eternal siren burn me until you have no fire left. Kiss me until I transform into ash. Your beauty will whip me eternally until you fade into your hilly home.
Oh Siren of the sky, you beauteous form will caress me until my end is neigh. Golden Siren of the sky.
(Apologies for not posting I’ve been very busy with Christmas, I hope you all had a good one too! Happy New Year.))
The mistress of fast pace and rushed time whose arms run through secret underground stations connecting towns.The mistress whose lips are pursed with an iron clamp and do not open to greet hello. Tutting at the sound of a northern who dares to cross the barrier.
Whose bullet will stain my soul if I dare step through the Palace gates;housing the blood of men.
Whose heartbeat scuttles around the city like a black inky snake filled ,with the poison of souls gone before. Whose voice is loudest alarming the hour through an instant chime.
Whoes breath is dirty fume of coal filling the air like a dragons fire burning the lungs.
The mistress of disgrace and tarnished reputation, whoes eyes no longer sparkle at the waking of the moon.
Ink dabbled over a blue lit sky, leaking when prodded by clouds. Arms stretched to cuddle the blue, embracing the darkness.
You lie , begging your eyes to remain open until your eyelids droop, cascading night,causing the sun to submit. Lightning up its own invisible world. A halo around a moon.
Darkness flies like a Raven across the sky until finally landing .It’s wings still , silent and calm. Echoing the sound of lullabys’ and crickets. Until you purse your lips, a hush fleeing across the land. You sleep, coldness your comfort blanket leaving your starry dreams to escape and twinkle like embers. Frost remennants, your broken dreams because you can’t remain forever. As the cold morning chill leaves your frosty , bitter breath on the land of man until your return.
Like a yawning bird,
Spreading its wings through a cloudless sky,
A child reaching for its mother,
Waking up the nesting birds,
Your golden haze silhouetting blackened trees,
Whose bones are bare.
You stretch through the branches,
touching your awaiting audience spreading a rosy glow to their cheeks.
A beaming smile to their faces.
Day is finally here.
A beacon of hope .
Of new beginnings.