Red N' Black Poem by Avery Eglantine

Red N' Black



Roses are plucked
every struck of the clock
together we're stuck
in each lives we knock

hearts were filled;
Blood and pure love
The heaven's in calm,
High soaring dove

burgeoning roots and vines
I see naught near goodbyes
matching your soul to mine
creating melodious rhyme

it's a flower that blooms,
Dancing leaves of trees
that in silence, no glooms
like our time seems to freeze..

As the night never came
without grasping my heart to remember
prominent the shame
leaving me totally dismembered

Agony of mine now true to my life
Silver bullet to my wolfy desires
plunged in my back, The man-made knife
Wooden stake to the bosom of vampires

Roses are Black
No more struck for the clock
together we died naught, but thee
I lived and fought; not mine for she

Hearts were emptied;
Null, void, mere hatred
O ~Hell in great tumult
in superior of the cult

Fading memories of undesired origin
drawing points of commencement
varying thoughts never mergin'
getting out of this commitment!

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