There before my closing lids
(open now)
Stands a maiden so fair
Skin of snow and pearls
Like moonlight's fairy
Deftly steps, rustling grass
With toes so small they gleam
Barefoot, crowned in light's glory
Gown swaying to the wind
Nearer she treads
Dewdrops on her lashes
Her eyes a vivid emerald
Echoing nature's beauty
Hand outstretched, sweet smile
Raven hair the crow envies
Rosy lips a ruby's jealousy
Is that fangs I see between?
Like a wolf it pounce
Savage turned creature
Clawing at my bare throat
Turning my vision red
There before my eyes shut
(forever closed)
Strides a demon so foul
Blackened fur of midnight bkack
Like night's shadow come to life
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
