Little Things.

Just random Things I wrote when I should have been paying atention.


I am.

With a certain just,
and with knives in rust.
Peircing eyes iluminate dawn.
I am.

With a mind in peril.
insanity coming in barels.
I am.

Timely, teethering songs.
with a melody of an unspoken heart.
I am.

Night with a moon in full.
The darkness that is missunderstood.
I am.

The fox which awakens at four.
Which once beloved not merely in folklore.
I am.

A black sheep in a pasture full,
of blundering idiots.
I am.

but with a room full of people,
Telling you no.

I am.
Am I?





Prophecy of Confrontation

In last, the dime drops,
in first, It cries.
In the downpour of human existence,
On a faithful all hallow's eve.
What are we here for?
Why did you fight?
What is the significance,
Of all you thought was right?
Why did you follow me?
Why do you love?
For whowm did you die for?
Why DID you love!
Days and night start to blend,
Fragile causes, cease to suspend,
Three days of fragile night will sigh,
Until he sees what blood has left.
And In the final light, of darkest day,
It will continue to exist as black is left.
Emotions that long have died,( that should have died)
Will overcome her task.

At lovers hand.
both shall perish.
One will live,
Forever in ascending darkness,
To eternal torment.
And in heaven,
NONE SHALL PASS.




-I. Lilith Kitsune.