Author: Exiled-Knight PM
Fate is a funny thing, with no warning and yet every warning in the world, it will still find you in the end.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Drama - Words: 191 - Published: 06-02-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2370614
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Whispers fall like shooting stars
Streaming, burning, glorious
Shining as if nothing else exists
A faint smile licks her lips
As she whispers with starry eyes.
Golden grain bows to the right
The heads swaying with the delicate
Wispy wind from her lips.
The words waft as smoke
Wrapping around and around
Constricting and freezing
With nicotine flavoring she beckons
Cherry blossom lips.
There is no turning back
Her whispers envelop
Twisting and turning through the velvet night
To a mountain in the distance
Covered in rose gardens half dead.
Her lies blow upon the breeze
Swaying slightly, delicately, sensuously.
A stone rises out of the ground
And it feels as if nothing else could matter
The onyx grins and flickers
Inviting, provoking, enticing.
The whispers stream like stars
Burning through the night
A warning of past slaves
Travel north to the sea
Yet the sea is so very far away,
The whispers fall as rain
Splattering the stone
And you drop to your knees to wipe the pearls
To sooth the sorrow,
And the world fades away as the grave caves in
Her whispers lace the wind
Inviting, enticing, deadly.