a poem i made up when i was bored!^^ (inspired by blood+) 3nodding
it kinda got rubbish as the end... sweatdrop
Crimson Rose:
A crimson rose born from the sea of blood,
will bloom as flames dance.
Flourishing in the moonlight so clearly,
with man-kind in a trance.
Her gentle sway in the morning winds,
enchant all that are near.
Leaving no trail but an Angel's sad tune,
for the chosen one to hear.
Her thornes are hidden behind her petals,
and eyes that glimmer with hate.
The meister of all the puppets at show,
plunging to her fate.
Her sky covers up with darkening clouds,
as she lives by the clock.
This crimson rose will destroy anyone,
who finds her easy to mock.
Her roots begin to re-appear at night,
her heart beating red.
This crimson rose is no longer fresh,
decaying as she is dead...
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