Short poem. Enjoy!
Cold cheek on cold stone, a man lay
Eyes closed, he ventured
Hair of raven,
Eyes of fire,
Skin of bronze
Fingers, so rough, so calloused
Arms outstretched, he reached
Hair of auburn
Eyes of hazel
Pale skin
So soft, so soft
He gripped
Nothing.
Darkness.
Don't open your eyes
Remember
Cold cheek on cold stone
Warm tears seeped out
Nightmare became reality
The man was silent
Inside, he screamed.
Reviews and constructive criticism are most welcome :DDD
xin