A bleeding rose
Froze to a memory in the dusk
The end game of love
Seeping essence of pain
Sucked from mouth to mouth
Roses do not bloom in the apple orchard
Were good and evil dwell
The snow is thick
The lilting tune of an old carol half sung
Blurs in the fog
One night,
A kill
A heart be mourns the demise of a dream
A wreath of plain white roses
Decays on a hearse
A hymn chocks in the throat
The baby slept well in a frozen womb
Refusing to be born
A starless night followed
Showing posts with label Nocturnal Trysts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nocturnal Trysts. Show all posts
Sunday, June 24, 2007
A Sooty Night
A night was all that it took
To crush to ruins
What was built
On the premise of love and lust
He left
Leaving behind
A broken Wine glass
Blown out candles
A whining record
And a twisted hand
A shadow receded
To the untouched canvas
And drew a few Shaky sketches
Mountains, springs
Valleys and vacations
And all that seem real
Were nothing
But a portrait
Charcoal On Canvas
To crush to ruins
What was built
On the premise of love and lust
He left
Leaving behind
A broken Wine glass
Blown out candles
A whining record
And a twisted hand
A shadow receded
To the untouched canvas
And drew a few Shaky sketches
Mountains, springs
Valleys and vacations
And all that seem real
Were nothing
But a portrait
Charcoal On Canvas
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