missmurd3r

He walks in beauty, like the night Of countless stars and full moon skies Illuminating skin snow white Whilst poet's hearts bleed lullabies Reflections mist with fragrant breath As mirrors catch his mournful gaze His heart resounding songs of death While his soul dreams of love-kissed days His fingertips compose the sound A wordless echo of the past His mind still sleeps beneath the ground Where dying roses had been cast. He walks in beauty like the night His shadow gleams; each fallen tear I yearn to make all his wrongs right And kiss away his every fear..