Black
Into the beauty
And the unknown,
Fear we always feel
When she comes
And dances around the fire
That lady in Black,
Like a free bird...
In an August night
And all men are taken
They want her to hold them tight
They'll never come back
Gone,
With the lady in Black
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.