My Dear AnnabelleThe wind blew steadily outside the window. Fallen leaves rustled in the restless air and thick drops of rain brushed up against the cool, glass panes separating this room from its rowdy exterior. Flashes of lightning illuminated my surroundings like a still frame picture and despite the roaring thunder that continuously followed, my Annabelle remained asleep.My Dear Annabelle by ~SacredFallen
Her lengthy body lay loosely concealed by the red silk sheets wrapped around her. The flowing fabric fell on the curves of her body making them more defined, more exquisite, and as I stared sweet dreams swam through her mind bringing a smile to her lips. Her raven hair cascaded across the crimson sheets as she turned over exposing the bareness of her back. Flashing light from the storm danced across her pale skin like a thousand angels in the night sky. The mere sight of its divinity sent shivers down my spine. Oh Annabelle, I long to touch you.
As I moved closer to the bed where my love so delicately laid the soft sounds of her b
Our DanceWhen I feel like dancing, I think of you.Our Dance by ~SacredFallen
I move for you.
Do I sparkle for you?
Am I the apple of your eye?
I move for you like a breeze moves leaves in the spring time blossom
I sparkle like a sunset ocean
I paint a picture of peace, of solace, of absolute truth
On the blank canvas of the night air.
I have become da Vinci
My body is my tool, my song,
My voice among the silence
Will you sing with me?
Together we will fill the sky so full of music
That even the heavens will envy us.
The trees will sway to the music
With the hope of looking as lovely as we.
And even though all the world is watching
We will be free to move with the wind.
Will you take my hand and dance?
My Dark CanvasMy soul, she weaps in color.My Dark Canvas by ~SacredFallen
And the color of her falling tears are red.
Like drops of rain they cascade to the floor,
thick and frequent,
painting pictures with their crimson hue.
Pictures of memories long since lost
to the fire of my sorrows.
Sweet pictures of you and I.
These visions of grandeur
torment my soul to the point of insanity.
Can you not see it my love?
Here let me paint you a picture
as my life spills onto the greying floor.
Let me paint you a picture of my affliction.
And just for you my love,
I'll sign my name in Blood.