Your eyes ablaze verdant
Your hairs are a threads of the golden moonlight
Are your eyes gazing at the future or the past
Your burnt green eyes and sweet voice tempt the men's heart
Please make me your Orion, my precious lady
Will you fall in love with me????
Her hair and eyes have dyed crimson
From her hair, we smell the odor of the blood
But still, her skin is white,
Because of the faith of her mistress
She wears color of courage and rage
Lena the Crimson will never die
Even though her body was immortal
That is the first time I post on the poems in here. My dream is to make the story that tackle the world issues. Lena, who is reputed in this poem is a symbol of slavery
Your eyes ablaze verdant
Your hairs are a threads of the golden moonlight
Are your eyes gazing at the future or the past
Your burnt green eyes and sweet voice tempt the men's heart
Please make me your Orion, my precious lady
Will you fall in love with me????
Her hair and eyes have dyed crimson
From her hair, we smell the odor of the blood
But still, her skin is white,
Because of the faith of her mistress
She wears color of courage and rage
Lena the Crimson will never die
Even though her body was immortal
That is the first time I post on the poems in here. My dream is to make the story that tackle the world issues. Lena, who is reputed in this poem is a symbol of slavery