Luna

July 9, 2009
By burritocat SILVER, Denver, Colorado
burritocat SILVER, Denver, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
What matters an eternity of damnation to someone who has found in one second the infinity of joy? - Charles Baudelaire


Luna was her name,
the blood-colored lips,
the green cat eyes
illuminating the night,
her flowing hair
covered by moonlight;
the skin,
luring and fair.
Her voice was Luscious
when she sang to the moon,
she craved for blood,
for flesh,
and love.
Her disconsolate lust
taking over her,
her lonly soul
dissolving like dust,
she changed,
she ran through the forest
and hunted.
That night she feasted,
she devoured a deer,
for her hunger was clear
like her untouchable fear.
The sinister wolf,
had the body of a girl,
the voice of an angel,
the Moon daughter's soul.



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