Evil knife

In the sight of burning eyes,
by way of a lonely song.
On the end of a bursting sun,
was the evil life of a mischevious knife.

A soul can't feel it,
It was so dark i couldn't see,
walking away to remember...
the deadly end of Denmark prince.

The musical dust of my bones,
the crimson eyes of a lovely soul.
In a fountain, the dripping water of eyes,
in my hand, the dripping life of an evil knife.

 

Wow facinated by your wonderful choice of words.Your poem is great. My plesure. Kissesss for your heart.

 

Excellent work Poet! You have delighted us with a powerful and beautiful poem.
Keep up the good work.