Chava
06-17-2007, 01:57 PM
In the abstract corner, tumbeling with many personal thoguhts at the moment.
Fortnight
It passed my sleeping foot,
Twirled amidst the glimmering candle flare,
Grasped my wrist, emitting heat, chilling my bones
Obscurity
Fleeting snow strays from my ankles,
To cover the sodden prints upon the ground,
The cobbles feel so cold today
Fretfulness
To consider the impending course,
A glance from a midnight crow,
Roused and held awake only for my presence
Undue
The pertained feathers form a darkened collar,
From my hair I form a string,
And all the while a moon starts to sing
Withhold
Upon me the window casts a tattered light,
Fragmented by its consorts, a rowdy packet
Lying beside me is the angel
Fortnight
It passed my sleeping foot,
Twirled amidst the glimmering candle flare,
Grasped my wrist, emitting heat, chilling my bones
Obscurity
Fleeting snow strays from my ankles,
To cover the sodden prints upon the ground,
The cobbles feel so cold today
Fretfulness
To consider the impending course,
A glance from a midnight crow,
Roused and held awake only for my presence
Undue
The pertained feathers form a darkened collar,
From my hair I form a string,
And all the while a moon starts to sing
Withhold
Upon me the window casts a tattered light,
Fragmented by its consorts, a rowdy packet
Lying beside me is the angel