b.i.o.g.r.a.p.h.y.
d.a.r.k.n.e.s.s.
v.a.m.p.i.r.e.s.
t.a.r.o.t.
p.o.e.t.r.y.
f.r.i.e.n.d.s.
m.y. a.r.t.w.o.r.k.
o.t.h.e.r. a.r.t.i.s.t.s.
g.a.r.g.o.y.l.e.
g.o.t.h.
s.u.b.m.i.s.s.i.o.n.
l.i.n.k.s.
w.e.b.r.i.n.g.s.
w.i.n. m.y. a.w.a.r.d.
w.i.n.n.e.r.s.
p.r.e.s.e.n.t.s.
c.l.a.n.
p.o.s.t.c.a.r.d.s.
s.i.g.n.
v.i.e.w.

A Kiss to the Garden

A breeze through her dress
traipsing the devil
with an angel on her breast
Her body cool and frail
like a killer's last caress.

Each time she grabbed me
and tore through my chest
tempting me with heaven
hell none the less.
Her kiss was enchanting
as was her voice
making this poor soul
never again quite whole.

"I promise I won't kill you..."
"I promise I won't harm..."
"I just want to touch you..."
"and shackle thee in hell."

By Ashlynn