Shakota dances below the trees The trellis of her dress flowing free The strength of her will scatters the wind in a hissing swish of madness Calm as a lake; shrill as the sea Her chants and prayers conjure thee into a state of obscene displays As her hands fly up into the darks embrace Shakota dances below the night Laughing and growing with spite as her might I saw her falling; cast away She'd learn to fly, but not today I saw her dancing as the floor gave way Opening its mouth to say her name And never again, even though she prayed, will she see the light of day again.
Reason for writing:
To be honest with you I have no idea what this poem is about. It doesn't hold a deep meaning and there are no hidden clues to what it means but it's just a fun poem that I chose to work with because I was craving to write. Some day I hope to write a big, fat novel and become a published horror writter, so who knows, maybe Shakota will be a character in one of my books. I can't decide, though, if she's good or evil. What do you think? Clue me in!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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