Vision

Delicate beauty sits in the shadows
Screaming into eternity
Dreaming a vision of death
In an elaborate gown of black petals
Where the sun and moon soar
While chanting one thousand whispers
In a moment of time
Storms of sleep have iron power
The want of love aches
Under the blow of a cruel friendship
Ended

vision is spelled...vision. Not visioin. But a small mistake...

I love it. It's...very powerful and excellent. "Delicate beauty...dreaming a vision of death" and "where the sun and moon soar/While chanting one thousand whispers/In a moment of time" are just so poetic and deep...

yummy. And it deserves a title.

I'm bad at naming things.

alright, i think you need to tie all these beautiful but slightly incoherent images together more. i had to read it a couple of time to get it, but then again, that could be me.... my brain is slightly fried. all in all i thought this was beautifully written, though, and i loved the ending.

yes, it needs a title. it almost drained my interest at seeing that dreaded word.