Black iced lips
Whispering secrets to the crows
Mysterious eyes
Conveying Thunderstorms
Owner of the black baccara garden
Melanonychia nails
Counting jaded bones
Her heart Covered in darkness
Like a funeral in monochrome
Held hostage by ghost
that have became host in her flesh
She giggle with those ghost.
Dark fairy tail, waiting to be told
Only by the bold.
Dare to touch, desire to die.
She delights in the face of
Raven, grimalkin and revenge
She belongs in Neverland,
Nevermore and Wonderland
The face of dark folktales and fairytales.
She dances with her own darkness
Delicately mad in the fire
Wearing black velvet
Old silky dress
She walks barefoot
Solitary in creepy forest
Visits old lovers riding a broom
Strange and wicked
Making spells
mixing old herbs and portions
She is the queen
Glowing and blooming in the darkness
A dark fairy, tale waiting to be told.