The incandescent afternoon
Led me astray, to sigh and swoon,
Led me to delve my mind in words
Of broken bodies, whistling birds.
And still became that Monday eve,
Filled with brilliant lines that weave
Lives of torture, lies and pain
Rewound in deep consuming feign.
A heart of boldness drove her mind,
to see her breath and blood entwined,
malicious laughter filled her dream,
ripped her apart at every seam.
The incandescent afternoon,
Decayed her humours far too soon,
I read the hidden, contemplate,
How she just befell such fate.
I love storytelling.
Words by myself based on macbeth.
Vintage red dress and velvet cape.
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