Written by Ruby, to Crescent Rose.
Will your trigger always yield to me so easily?
With just a finger the round lingers no more;
Instead, soaring speed, uprooting its moors of air
and hurtling without a care,
murdering those who dare cause despair.
You react to my gentle adjustments,
nestling against my cheek,
as the wind reeks of bloody petals and spent metal.
You give me eyes beyond eyes,
enhancing my mere glances
leaving foes with no chance;
Coalescing the rounds tightly
and deeply perforating the enemy's background.
And what of our dates? A plate of sweets for me,
a little gun oil and a sharpening stone
set to hone your fine curves and strong edges;
I'd hedge a bet that you have yet to grow weary,
still yearning to stay near me,
whilst I swing your severing
sexy reckless next-please Grimm-tease of a blade.
So please, keep hugging me closely while resting,
hiding, nesting, waiting for the hour
when I reach for your lusty grip,
transforming deadly whilst I flip and aim,
drawing and quartering without complaint,
making sure that everyone knows,
that you, and only you, are my Crescent Rose.
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RWBY: pOum
PoesíaA collection of poetry based on each character of the series RWBY by Monty Oum. Each poem is written from a specific character's point of view within the canon story. Cover photo courtesy of Guardian Blade - https://aminoapps.com/c/infjsanctuary/pag...
