Twilight
Twilight
Come one, come all.
His dark eyes shine,
Of twisted and wicked of times before.
Bemused and dead,
And bloody with dread,
That's how they shall see him,
That's how he shall feel.
The Sun, the sun;
A raging red sphere,
Shall fade down and bring him,
A time of great fear.
Twilight was when,
He first saw her face,
Full of light she was tied to his fate,
And let them talk of his times before,
But she shall not listen,
And he shall not hear,
And now waiting for Twilight,
Year after year…
Do you think that sucked? I think it sucked.
First poem on Twilight it is.
CrimsonEyes