Night Visions by Nicole Assenza Too much like lycanthropy You think of her just once Every month, that girl in the moon She makes the tides swell And the heart grow fonder A disciple of Diana She will make you wild With hands as pale as milk Too much like the taste of blood, You want her only at night Cascading velvet red curtains She makes your flesh burn And the heart a fire This black Persephone She will make you die With eyes like blazing pyres 12/26/2005 Posted on 12/27/2005 Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Matthew Zangen on 06/20/06 at 09:51 PM Ah, if only these kinds of things were just nocturnal desires. Relatable, clear and clean (if dripping with blood). I love how you've stiched the two stanzas together so nicely line to line... your meticulous construction in all of your pieces is admirable. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)