The Queen has fallen.
Chaos
Chaos
Scream!
Figh-
Stepping
Stepping
One, two, three
In time
In time
March
Turn!
still
Melancholic melody
Flowing through the streets
Twisting
Tumbling
Slowly drifting
The funeral march
Pink
Red
Huge blooms
Magnificent
Tossed from above as if God himself threw them
Falling
Falling
Delicately settling
On the worn silt
Her porcelain figure
And blush tinted cheeks
Slowly drown
In blooms!
Petals
Fa
L
Li
N
G
Vibrant
Hues of soft pastels
Intrinsic
She is to be buried in the famous rosebed of the castle, to commemorate her love for all things beautiful and precious.
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constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
