pantera1395

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

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what have you wrought?
a haze of darkness as perceptions writhe.
once we experienced innocence,
wide-eyed and open,
but your thirst drifted away.
a vengeful morass of hatred -
tears follow rain, follow pain,
love consumed.
in a storm of sorrow,
i condemn you.

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Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It slays me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the broken ground.
In agony I hang my head
while oblivion hovers close.
Now alone, my soul falls upon blind eyes.

This is my salvation

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the night falls as if slain by the sun, fearful are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
smothered by the abyss.
all hope must surely perish.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you cause such hurt?
demons surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

Posted in Poetry