~The Death of Innocence and the Black Unicorn Dream~
The last images of horror dance in the stream
Blood soaks the grass cushioning her battered, broken body
Tears stain the faces of the trees
The monster stole innocence
He came back and killed her child
Soft brown hair kindly veils blank blue eyes
Crystal shards of black glitter in the green
All that is left
Of her black unicorn dream
Flames called modern progress
Devour the forest of chivalry
Take away with it her body, empty vessel to her soul
Gone from the prison of torment
Free from the chains of pain and misery
Innocence' child escaped
Rode away on black unicorn dreams














Comments
I don't know how you write such beautiful poetry
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~Love lifts us up where we belong, where eagles fly. Love makes us act like we are fools, throw our lives away for one happy day~
Je vous aime simplement davantage que la vie elle-même
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The eyes are the window to the soul, but the door to the soul is the mind...Welcome to my world.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch\'intrate.
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~Love lifts us up where we belong, where eagles fly. Love makes us act like we are fools, throw our lives away for one happy day~
Je vous aime simplement davantage que la vie elle-même
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