The Dark Night

silhouettes of night

 

The stars in the night scream with silence,
she walks a path of no return;
His whispers call to her; watching her silhouette
behind sheerness of the moon...

 

The night is alive with dead roses
but burnt petals are dripping with passion;
and jagged thorns wait to make her heart bleed again...

 

She hides behind the shadow of the night
and tempt the moon with whispers of eternity;
And emerald eyes of the dark creep like a jewel thief
upon the edge of seduction...

 

He hides in the lavender fog;
mascarading the lust he has for her,
as only a wolf can.

 

©SyberRose

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

her fate is already destined, nice and scary Rose... kept me in suspense right until the end...i enjoy these kind of poems :o)

[SyberRose]

Im glad you enjoyed it Stella..it was writing...Rose