Writing

His pearls lay on his skin so beautifully, as if they were made for him. His voice so angelic and crystal clear like the heavens. His body seduced the world. His eyes brown as the earth that he walked on. His lips soft as silk, lips red as raspberry jam. He fell from the highest mountain, tumbling down in agony. They called him“ enchanted one ” for he spoke in song and entranced all who heard him. All he wanted was someone to love him, to love his mind, body, and soul. He prays to old and wisest god, every night, hoping to find some kind of purpose. He faded away into the earth, he found peace.