Move me

Move me

With your story

As the wind

Rifles through byways

Collecting the dust of memories

The whisper of

Broken hearts and fairytales

Dripping with sentimentality

Rites of passage

Bloodied and soaked

Read to me

Of love potions

Demons and concubines

Lace the story

With energy

The poetry of love

Words spat out

Through clenched teeth

Whistled along

Wide avenues

Lined with shadows

Bursting into life

Beneath a street lamp

Dancing with fireflies

Moths drawn to the flame

Murdered by crows

Buried in separate boxes

Beneath a ring of roses

Wearing a daisy chain

The blood choking

In the scream

Of an unknown name

Written before time

Make it a story

Of relationships

Sacrifice and

Hardship

The brutality

Of humanity

The futility of belief

The carnage of war

The beauty of love

A drop of blood

On a single white glove

Lying alone

On the floor

Move me

Tell me a story

Like never before.