The blood-red dress she wore flowed in luscious waves down to her toes
and scarlet hair framed her porcelain painted face.
waking in a moonlit forest opening
laid upon a pile of black rose petals.
surrounded by trails
straining around the trees.
bathed in moonlights beauty
and shadows with silhouetted beasts.
the crimson flame swayed in the moonlight stream
not seeing the trees inch closer to the dancing figurine.
Twirling with the breeze and kicking up the petals with her feet
she still didn't notice as the forest grew darker
playing on her knees with the roses leaves
until looking up and staring into eyes of a beast.
crimson streak quickly gets to her feet
running down a trail kissed by moon's light
looking behind to check where the beast hides
only the rustle of the branches in the shadows cast her fears on high.
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kitty the naughty poet (
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It's only Sir hiding in the bushes!
Doh! that's killed off the tension in this poem now. lol.
'surrounded by trails
straining around the trees.
bathed in moonlights beauty
and shadows with silhouetted beasts.
the crimson flame swayed in the moonlight stream'..
you Poetry, is just gorgeous to read
thank you! dear Poet
Eloquent poetry !! Wonderful kitty.
Is she seeing her own evil reflected in the beastly image and rustling branches? I couldn't help myself from sensing an allegorical meaning to your poem. I loved the way you built the story from a gentle opening to a desperate ending. I felt that the action you described must have had some intent other than what was written.
Lines such as "blood-red dress," "black rose petal," and "the crimson flame" seemed to indicate that there was more to her than innocence. A lovely poem, a thrilling tale, and a deeper meaning, all the more to enjoy. - Phil A.
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