fibonacci of pain

FIBONACCI of PAIN

Tis a night of sorrow, a melody of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The beautiful one
awakes.
Wisps of death shrouds her brooding form,
a lurking wrath.
Her raven locked hair cascades over
pale and tragic arm, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.
what have you done?
a fog of misery as perceptions twist.
once we tasted heaven,
hand in hand and innocent,
but your heart perished.
a dark vision of darkness -
tears follow night, follow blood,
love bled dry.
in a torrent of bitterness,
i see you.

Take heed and bare witness to the truth that lies herewith for they are written and sayeth by LeontheDevil