Treachery
2 poems
Those born at the end of an eraLook back.Those that look backCan never move forward in this seaOf time.The wind may blow, the clouds may change.Those fated hands may turn ...
EsmeraldaThere is no word aside from beauty,To describe one that charmsBewitches, mesmerizesThe heart of the purest men.One that even corrupts a man of God,Imploring Lucifer for her love.Her dark eyes
hey soz about the weird format, it just suited my mood. It's read down, like an article.