Sol seals the sky with a flame-blushed kiss. Unto his lady fair, he leaves...his scent. Nyx draws closer... intoxicated by his fire. She... slides on her gown of star-strewn velvet entering his smouldering dream. There they will be...as one.
an acrostic poem, metaphor for Day (Sol) and Night (Nyx)
This was great, I haven't read an acrostic for a while now. This poem is really sensual, the pauses add to the feeling perfectly and words like smoudlering and flame-blushed heighten the feeling even more. Keep it up ^^
This was great, I haven't read an acrostic for a while now. This poem is really sensual, the pauses add to the feeling perfectly and words like smoudlering and flame-blushed heighten the feeling even more. Keep it up ^^