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A gilded bowl sat at the center of the birch table
Emptiness filled inside with nothing but silence in the castle
The scarred crescent shone light upon the sweet nightingales
As they sang the mournful melody the song of death entailed
The boy stepped on the reflective floors of the palace first
The girl came after, a sublime beauty from her birth
Her sapphire eyes and raven hair
Opposed her brother's golden skin and grey stare
His charm and courtesy filled the court of caviling lords and ladies with delight
While her jests and humour were responded with roaring laughs and bright smiles
His coldness to her was met with the fieriest heat
But this all stopped once they grew taller than five feet
His disguised words and sugared lies
Now faced the wrath of derisive jokes and secretive cries
A kiss on the other's cheek meant a whisper of indignity
As both groaned to others about another's absurdity
The sister found a sheet of yellow underneath the golden bowl
She followed the writing when a cherry fell and rolled
She glared at the fallen fruit for an unusual time
And headed to the grand kitchen with quick and long strides
He sat on the ornate chair as violet took over the sky
A dark cherry amongst the sea of red entered his mouth as he began to sign
But the silver quill escaped the icy grip of his hands
Oak chair cracked and broken the bones land
A foam of purple flows on the ground
Covering her velvet heels as she stares at the deceiving loun
Her pale hands pick up the cherry near her victim
If only she hadn't found the indigo potion that belonged to him.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
