Sweet Eden, pray to the unholy ones,
For the pain has unravelled thee;
The larks still fly, in silence,
They weep for your lies,
With anchored souls;
A banquet of wishes breathe through the memories,
As footsteps lightly tread on your heart,
You cover your soul with deception.
In the gloom of discrepancy,
She resurrects to retract,
Making visions of deadly nightshade,
She climbs in dizzy thoughts,
Dancing on stairs of vertigo,
Unleashing the monster which never seems to tame,
Here comes the beast, again,
Waking new born angels,
Disturbing their slumbers of evermore.
In the vast proximity of dreams,
Comes a fresh uncharted voice,
Revealed only in the sunset,
As the aurora smears to livid,
Whispers weave with screams,
Overcome with reverence,
She succumbs to the shadows,
And let's go.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
