here, have another angsty poem. :'D
pleaseee tell me what you think. :]
the wizard and his witch
a young girl
a witch, the story is told
walks in a garden
filled with naught but beauty
flowers fill the air with
the most wonderful fragrances
the sky is alight with sunlight
and yet the girl, the witch
is alone in this most glorious paradise
ah, but wait
she is not alone
a boy who she knows
to also know the joy of magic
approaches her on the path
a warm smile brightens his face
his most lovely, beautiful face
his hand pulls from his pocket
a delicately carved
tiny branch of willow
he waves it
adding beauty to this
already beauteous place
birds sing, loud and sweet
bees who cannot sting
add their buzz to the wonderful song
his smile is still upon his face
wide and warm
he turns to face her
the witch
and he points his wand at her
and his smile is still warm
and yet
she, the witch, can sense
that it is now
deadly
glittering blue sparks
burst from his wand
and they disappear, through her chest
her heart is gently pulled
from her into his hands
and he smiles
smiles
smiles
as he carefully tears it in
two
the sky darkens
the birds die
the bees sting
the flowers rot
and the air is filled
with the stench of
death
the wizard drops
the broken heart into the
dust at her feet
he continues to smile as he
kisses her cheek
and walks down the bloody path
not noticing when she
the witch
falls.
pleaseee tell me what you think. :]
the wizard and his witch
a young girl
a witch, the story is told
walks in a garden
filled with naught but beauty
flowers fill the air with
the most wonderful fragrances
the sky is alight with sunlight
and yet the girl, the witch
is alone in this most glorious paradise
ah, but wait
she is not alone
a boy who she knows
to also know the joy of magic
approaches her on the path
a warm smile brightens his face
his most lovely, beautiful face
his hand pulls from his pocket
a delicately carved
tiny branch of willow
he waves it
adding beauty to this
already beauteous place
birds sing, loud and sweet
bees who cannot sting
add their buzz to the wonderful song
his smile is still upon his face
wide and warm
he turns to face her
the witch
and he points his wand at her
and his smile is still warm
and yet
she, the witch, can sense
that it is now
deadly
glittering blue sparks
burst from his wand
and they disappear, through her chest
her heart is gently pulled
from her into his hands
and he smiles
smiles
smiles
as he carefully tears it in
two
the sky darkens
the birds die
the bees sting
the flowers rot
and the air is filled
with the stench of
death
the wizard drops
the broken heart into the
dust at her feet
he continues to smile as he
kisses her cheek
and walks down the bloody path
not noticing when she
the witch
falls.