A Dead Swan Comments

Supernatural machinery......//////

Bella my name, daughter of a swan seller, and I was the most beautiful swam in our home. Said She. A cloud of dark complexion over her face, ....fine

Unknown to mankind, unseen to all, A plain is ready to reform form by the formless Being....

My name was inscribed in a young heart that panted ever, Since our meeting from our school hour. He died from shock and taken shelter in some solitary breast in nature, Grave from grave would I move and find a place to resume our tale of unfinished love. Though earth failed, graveyard would shelter us to get back our love, And soul without veil would be our last pleasure Nobody can restrain themselves from heaving a sympathetic sigh for the dead swan

Bella my name, daughter of a swan seller, and I was the most beautiful swam in our home. Said She. A cloud of dark complexion over her face, And choked her throat for uncanny valley of deadly thought. I was tortured and torn to pieces by some beastly sub-human beings

All of your Grave series poems are emblems of your superlative imagery

Throughout the night the grave becomes a meeting ground and floor of conviction, Unknown to mankind, unseen to all,