by: Lovella Chris L. Palma
Empty heart filled with fear
Hollowed womb filled with tears
Small cries fading in light
Cradling hope, holding tight
A Mirrored reflection
Pale, cold, stoned perfection
Cherubs sculpted in ice
Singing soft lullabies
Breathe of life so sweetly
Dried petals blown freely
Tracks of time so fleeting
Travel safe my darling
By: Lovella Chris L. Palma
Black morning and glowing night
Wings of darkness passing light
Fluttering with Reaper’s sigh
Whispering a dreadful cry
Behind her beaut hides a lie
Flecks of gold dust in her eye
Under the gloom covered cloak
Warm as ice, and clear as smoke
A star speckled river woke
“Come and drift with me”, he spoke
“To a place where tired souls soak”
Death’s angel waiting at bay
Charon’s palm demanding pay
Dark butterfly, lead the way
Twilight is now turning grey
Cold lips and smell of decay
Whiff of sorrow gone astray
Wings of death, breathe of dread
Black butterflies, eyes of red
Ghostly look obscure tears shed
Withered fearful thoughts to bed
Chained to a thin piece of thread
Cut by fate’s blade of the dead
The Black Veiled Goddess 