Rocking Devil: 3 of 8

Bombarding rhythmic quaking voices Rose from sides, occupying an atmosphere Gracefulness occurred, with nearby trees Swaying gently, in rhythm Finally, an hour arrived, no more waiting A dramatic, but spectacular entrance occurred Its eyes, were filled with tormenting hope Astonishing beauty, with a crooked smile It glazed back at I Small words, it whispered through winds They were words of encouragement, Filled with wisdom, and polished with passion Enlightened and calm, my beloved lost soul felt It was all coming back again Bits of excitement, I briefly cherished My eyes, became full, and watery It was totally different than before … Continue reading Rocking Devil: 3 of 8