Beanbag & Anonymously Anonymous: untitled

snuggled in her white fluffed pillows
she embraced the moon
with petals -roses, delicately brushing past her nose
caressing her shoulders
lillies by her side, she thinks of her lost lover
his staff, his steed gone forever

scarlet hands, lover killed
streaks of dark black rain
alone, cold, even the warm whiskey doesnt wane
and the voice in the rafters whispered
"come back, mysterious stranger
let me believe in you, again"

fading in and out
glass clinked
dresses cringed.
is it the end or the beginning?
the cry of the night, a pile
of wrinkled linen sprawled