The Ballad
D : Delight Drainage of beds, rose petals spread Daughters of the doomed, whispers in their bread. Daunting engima forced me idle stead Dilemmas and deceptions creeps the mud. Dead awaits to strike the dread Dead awaits to eat the bud Dead awaits to swallow the blood Dead awaits to create a ballad! Delight is what I crave in this flood. Deemed to seek the pure are blessed, Doomed to suffer the cause of a bastard, Desire the real, for it is in the facade! E : Ecstasy Eclair and toffee, smears the breeze. Enigmatic beauty, they denies the pleasure? Epheremal madness towards a sickening change? Existencial crisis, amidst a reality of mundane? Electric impulse, of habitual asthete . Expressive details of an eye, see! Emotions dispersed...
