A Short piece that I have written....
I get ideas in my head and I have to write them straight away otherwise I tend to forget and lose the passion..
This is called "The Roses"
Deep from beneath the ground
I Smell The Roses That surround the gates
Through the mist and behind the iron I can see the shadow of a dark princess
on her knees and shedding a tear for those who never knew my name.
I rise beyond and stand bold in-front of her
let her mild face not be of fear but of love
For her dying warrior hast risen again
patterns of demonic desire inked into his skin
but a contrast against her white hair and blue eyes
His hair black from the grief of being alive
his eyes dark from the pain of seeing a dying world
Generation hast past, but his beauty remains to last
The cold steel has rusted, but it has rusted into his hand
for once a warrior of a city is now a warrior of the past
and although his battles were lost
and the days he guarded with his life have finally past
with that dark princess at his side
that never once told a lie
when she said "I will never forget you" passed her by.
noweth she lay by her man, but the gates creek and move, a sign to turn around and go back to the forgotten land.
and on the way past she picks a rose, with the sweet scent she sheds yet another tear.... for the roses that surround the gates, keep the fear, far from here.
Tags: gothic romance, gothic story, grave, graveyard, roses, tears
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