Casually ominous, he stood.
A silken top-hat overshadowing,
His mischievous sapphire eyes.
And spoke this hell sent prophet,
With intoxicating words
That choked and smothered.
“Oh, what lovely lies do fall from your lips”
I sighed.
Crimson lips curved upward,
In sinister mockery of a smile.
His slim white gloved hand,
Gently cupped my cheek.
Wicked sapphire eyes bore into mine.
“Devils never lie”
From darkness he came,
And into shadow he vanished.
The only proof of his presence.
A single ebon feather,
Fluttered softly to the ground.
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My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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