Blue is the blood that covers hands
Red is the soul that stains these lands
Black is the night filled with bitter emptiness
White is the day that slay sins away
So clear, yet not, is this world
A black beauty for undieing love
A crimson rose for couples bleeding love
A snow dew rose for pure new love
A royal rose for loyal everlasting love
So beautiful, yet ugly, is thee emotional war
Silver the killer
Gold the binder
Steal the holder
Iron the desalinated
So true, yet wavering, is thy weapon of salvation
Fall as ye will
Tears fall for thee
Ye has not known how loved thy be
May thee forever rest in peace
So cruel, yet understanding, is the heart
To be black or white
To be stained or pure
To be good or evil
To be light or darkness
So it be, sadly that is, death not care
Held in arms of silk
Lying on a bed of roses
Snowfall greeting guests at the door
A sound of chimes on the wind
Standing at Death's door, rather, meeting death at the church's door.
Go to thy peace
Dance in ye's freedom
Sing in the name of glory
Give thee's final thanks
With a smile, one of knowing, merry meet again
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PoetryPoetry that covases death and life. If your morbid or have lost someone dear, please do not stop here. Every word has meaning, hear there is no meaning, just the raw feeling. In death we live In life we're held In memory, never forgotten In heart...
