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Uhhh,

I don't know why I did this. Oh well

I think she's an elf. I don't know

It's a Gargoyle with a pillow for those who can't tell

Love

The eyes lose their cheer, the mouth its laughter. Someone called it love, but is it just meaningless slaughter?

Her chest is thoroughly covered in the petals of life. The man sits staring, at his once beautiful wife.

His hands are shaking, so is his chest. But is he happy or sad, for his loving jest?

The wine it drips, from his fingers red. So he stands to wash it off. And to the bathroom he is led.

The men in blue come, siren’s blazing. To get the man who showed his love, in a way he thought, ‘Amazing’.

Monster

A cry in the night, made the dream awake, his fangs are sharp, his eyes are red,

He slithers out, from under the bed, the child is his, once again.

He is once more, the ruler of night, the terror seeps, into the child’s mind,

The mother comes, bringing the light, but child has gone, lost to the night.

Autumn

When the time comes, for the leaves to colour, when we long for plums, and to see the plants flower.

I will wait, for the sun to rise, so that the colours can, fill my eyes.

The wind is cold; the air is crisp, as I breathe in, the morning mist.

The colours of rust, sun and blood, are all around, including the mud.

My mind is a wiz, of sights and sounds, from the fair, in this autumn town.

Blood is red, his face is blue, poisons not sweet, what did you do?

Blood is red, acid's not sweet, I wish I could turn blue, and stone dead at your feet.

Sherlock as a cat thing..... yep