Devils bride stumbled on reflections
of her in pieces shattered personality,
healing shimmers of silver mirrors
weren't salvation this time.

All the storms, sighs and screams
built up this moment framed by darkness;
eager glances flooded all evidences
of her green-eyed existence.

Say a wordless prayer,
just to assure her that she's alive;
as she looks on the world from the distance
the image's fading, trapped in time.

Her castle made of illusions
now is a dungeon, cruel and cold.
Soulless words drip from her fingertips
poisoned by loneliness and masked fears.

Wow...and you said you're not into poetry much, as I recall? (I might be mistaken as I forget everything). I really love the way you made your words curl about.....if that makes any sense....since I can't seem to say what I want to say LOL

Wow that was amazing!

Excellent. My favorite part:



More please Jody

Mystical and frantic. It felt like a suspensful fantasy film...awesome piece