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Post by Cassandra on Oct 3, 2005 10:06:33 GMT -5
((This is another one from my old friend, back home. Hope you like it.))
Black Rose
Black rose, scent so dark & sweet The nucleus of its beauty Where the fragile petals meet. From the vampires kiss, Drops of red blood drip Upon the black petals of the rose; To life his victim shall grip. Each and every night, He cares to spare his victims life; But his passion of the quest for blood Turns the sacred flowers soil to mud. Violins echo with their empty sound. Castings from the dim lights above the ground The brisk night air calls out his name, To the black rose and its bloodlust game...
Zane Allen Bastian Copyright ©2005 Zane Bastian
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