Invisible Silk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another written to Enigma

Submitted: May 25, 2008

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Submitted: May 25, 2008



And she walked in hues of misty purple
Through night’s silver hour
Solemn as the northern skies
Beckoning sweet moonbeams to her brow
They bonded to her face, ever real
Submissive in her calling, floating about her
As she danced her way along the solitary streets
She vanished into the hazy blur
Nighttime seemed to almost worship the woman of the evening
Blackening its face as she passed
Bowing its mighty headless dusk
Accepting the magic built and cast
A timeless twilight filled with nature’s musk
A perfumed scent of angel’s wings
A windless breeze to knock the senses
As the silent victim sings
At destinations end, she stops to turn and stare
Back along the empty path once traveled in haste
Pearl drops dripping from eyes of glass
Misfortune looks on to catch her fading gaze
One step closer to destiny’s delusion
That bitter twisted truth you dream
Where those angels’ wings aren’t torn
And chaos serves the wishing tree
Another night dead, gone and buried
Deep within the sunrise of early dawn
Those pretty pearl drops turn to rust
A new city of devils await the mourn, and she is gone, always forlorn

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