BVBarmygirl Posted April 26, 2014 Report Share Posted April 26, 2014 And so the story begins By the opening of wings, Beating dark words that beg you to listen, Punctuated by patterns that glitter and glisten, Read mysteries in splashes of the deepest blue As they pass on secrets within shattering beads of dew, Igneous eyes of obsidian that see A million stories that simply cannot be! An unimaginable spectrum of deadly horror Told in every seemingly innocent, bright colour, Legs of silk that cling to ancient stone Tears for those who never return home, Clear patches shine for tales not yet done Whilst the dark butterfly waits... For terrible deeds yet to come. ________________________________________________________________ I'm 25 and started writing poetry at age 12, I found it a brilliant outlet for my feelings. Since I'm new here I thought I'd try posting one This isn't very good I know but that's not the point I guess, just love writing as an outlet for my thoughts! I actually wrote this one 10th June 2005 when I was 16! Hope you guys are good today, love Rogue xxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonbeam beth Posted April 26, 2014 Report Share Posted April 26, 2014 Hey Rogue, lovely, Thank you for sharing... I have no likes left to give today....but I like this very much. Well wishes MBB Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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