eclipse Posted November 22, 2017 Share Posted November 22, 2017 Winter's ghost raises it's head, eyes are red from reminiscing about bloody hands below a drooping head on a cross. Snowdrops-angel's fingers, slouching, beckoning clouds that are like blank pages waiting for words of a prayer for winter's godspeed. Who will take the lead as snowdrops haunt the stage in hoods of white. Lamps are muted as the moon lights up the woods creaking eyes. I lost my faith here, former selves cover the flower's skeleton,walking seeking nature's blood and communion. The wind makes flowers sway, as a priest I listened to confessions, I told the moon about a flower that grew arms with crimson wrists that wanted liberating but could not reach the roots. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted November 23, 2017 Share Posted November 23, 2017 Wintry, in touch with nature. Quote Winter's ghost raises it's head, eyes are red from reminiscing about bloody hands below a drooping head on a cross ... Lamps are muted as the moon lights up the woods creaking eyes. I lost my faith here ... My favorite parts. Most powerful ... Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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