Death Lullaby Poem by Monet DreamlessRose

A lullabye twists itself and dances over the river of red
Red as blood that floats across the white bed
Bed of roses with small, white stones that takes their place
Their place in the red embrace ever so lightly carressing their porcelain face
Porcelain face that shows no feelings except a shine of a smile
A smile that charms the roses and have them offer their life to spread themselves as far as a mile
A mile long of petals of tears of happiness just to have a kiss
A kiss from their treasure has them to only welcome coldness
Coldness that chokes them deadly and yet they hold onto the pearl as tight as they can
For fear they will lose the love before they bust into black teardrops over the land
The land, pure white, untainted and takes the hand of the pearls
Pearls laughing silently as they are taken away to the next in swirls
Swirls around the beautiful death of their lover and into another victim
Victim of their beauty, their smile, their smooth features and fake mask
Mask covering their true intentions, the roses bend themselves to do the task
The task that were a soft spell cast upon them all even as humans as myself
Myself with my neck being kiss by pearls and prick into streams of blood to spill
Spill down my neck as I softly sing the lullaby, my blood turning into petals at will
Will the dance continue on top of my white casket with my roses and pearls still?