Mists shroud the darkness within
as her midnight hair falls
upon ivory shoulders
her scarlet lips parting
to breathe of the soul
that is streaming
from the pale flesh beneath her
to taste of the tears
to add a new verse
to her song of endings
another night of pain
and she weeps again
as the darkness bleeds
from her veins
and paints the corners of her soul
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 