Another work of my awesome friend, EMOGhetto!
Disclaimer: This poem doesn't belong to me, it belongs to my friend. And Soul Eater doesn't belong to either of us.
Something old, something new,
Something black flowing in ones very veins.
The monster inside them, it drives them to be insane.
Power is a lure; fear is a binding chain,
For weapon and meister, one's soul is to be claimed.
Scythe and master dance away,
The sound of jazz fills their ears,
Her hips begin to sway.
The sound of clacking heels on tile,
His red eyes filled with guilt, her eyes filled with want.
His hand reaches for her in time,
His voice like a beckoning chime,
Souls in perfect sync.
Diving in, black blood in control.
Madness, her swings wild and her movements untamed,
In her mind, in the blood, she sees his soul,
Her tender touch one of love,
Scythe and Meister in control once more,
The dance of madness banished away,
Both hope that demon is at bay.
But when both fear again,
The black blood in each rises.
I really loved this one! If you do too, please leave a comment below and I'll gladly pass it on to EMOGhetto!
