Black rose

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In the dead of the night it whispered, hollow and cold, a voice so feared,
That it sent a chill up my spine,
Rendering all my thoughts clear.

But one remained and came forth,
And I was overcome by a feding of remorse.
It brought along with it a torrent of memories,
Of the night,when my hand was forced.

It was as if I was possessed,
My hand moving on it own accord.
Before long, the blade pierced tender flesh,
The maiden's soul in Concord with the dead.

Her screams shock me out of my reverie,
And my legs carried me away.
Words fell off her romeo's lips,
Same as the whispers,

"You'll pay".

I knew not then, what the future held for me,
How the three fates had woven my destiny.
Now I see his words had been as true as the day,
For he stood in front of me, gasping the fateful blade.

      His eyes.

His eyes brun bright,
All half moon glow,
Her shining stars
In darkness lit,
A welcome fate
In a stormy night,
When the blade
Cuts my neck.

The perfect crime
It wasn't with knives
My heart he tore,
When he brought me
To death's door
It wasn't his hands
That had me slain—
But he had killed me
All the same

Love was cruel,
As the three fates stood woven my destiny
He showed me her
And I was bowed..


–Dazzle.      

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