Evil knife

[Santiago_del_Alba]

In the sight of burning eyes,
by way of a lonely song.
On the end of a bursting sun,
was the evil life of a mischevious knife.

A soul can't feel it,
It was so dark i couldn't see,
walking away to remember...
the deadly end of Denmark prince.

The musical dust of my bones,
the crimson eyes of a lovely soul.
In a fountain, the dripping water of eyes,
in my hand, the dripping life of an evil knife.

 

[Esme]

Wow facinated by your wonderful choice of words.Your poem is great. My plesure. Kissesss for your heart.

 

[Arana1006]

In the sight of burning eyes,
by way of a lonely song.
On the end of a bursting sun,
was the evil life of a mischevious knife.

A soul can't feel it,
It was so dark i couldn't see,
walking away to remember...
the deadly end of Denmark prince.

The musical dust of my bones,
the crimson eyes of a lovely soul.
In a fountain, the dripping water of eyes,
in my hand, the dripping life of an evil knife.

Excellent work Poet! You have delighted us with a powerful and beautiful poem.
Keep up the good work.