• frostic 5w

    Bethel

    Off she went,
    Ripping turbulent tides,
    Delighting in cursed rides,
    Embracing dark campfires
    Of night;
    Drawing nearer
    And nearer,
    To dark stars,
    And shadows,
    So vile.
    For who was once,
    Red rose to soul,
    Is now dark thorn,
    To forest.
    ©frostic