Sarah
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Post by Sarah on Sept 10, 2005 9:48:41 GMT -5
Black Rose By: Alissia
She was standing there, like a shadow Holding a rose above his grave The reason for death was shallow But she always was like his slave
The careless eyes held her pain, As she stood there still, She never noticed a drizzling rain And sound of muted peal.
Her skin - white as snow, Contrast with darkness of night And licked by moon light flow Held the battle between colors and light.
Her fingers were thin She held a black flower There was a monster within That gained the greatest power.
The beauty of rose was gentle, As it’s petals were young and swarthy You never knew, that those thons were lethal And your life didn’t worth this
Her glance at you was serene As she put black rose on a sepulcher You couldn’t even breathe in When you looked behind- she was not there.
When she disappeared in a grove The deathless smell reached for your nose And blood in your veins froze When you touched her black, black rose.
(www.darkpoetry.com)
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