Sleep lust.
Moon Rust.
Tiring Calm.
Rose palm.
Loveless Rim.
Fire's Dim.
She fell away at loves caress.
A slumber fell over like a misty calm.
Blanketing the fire's until they dimmed.
Deep falling trees, weep.
The moon light beings to rust and crackle.
It crumbled away in sleepy lust.
Falling behind the oceans lure.
The night falls deeper leaving an eerie deep rose fog.
Swirling, dancing it's away around the objects near and far.
Fair skin, pure and unmoved.
Frozen in time among the forests lush greenery.
She slumbers deep, one small droplet drips gracefully
A crimson red, a deep wound to the soul.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
It never stops.
One kiss, crimson bliss.
About the Creator
Daniell Frovarp
~Fantasy/fable Writer
~Short story
~Unloved Daughter: New chapters regularly.
~Destined to Fall - New Chapter every 2 months
NOTE: I full edit every piece every 4 months. During that month no stories will be published. exception to challenges
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