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I once held a blood red rose
That burdened me with its beauty,
Yet, it shielded me from my foes
And held my fever in harmony
So that my mind would not cease to show,
But soon the fever had broken my mind,
And torn at my mind,
And folded my mind away.
I once dreamt in a haunted meadow
That was frightening in its beauty,
Its chill air granted my skin a touch,
And its cool mists flowed through me
Until they passed on to be no more,
And I could see forever,
And I could want forever,
And I folded forever away.
I once knew a snow-white angel
In all her pale and soft petaled beauty,
She held me so close that I shuddered,
Then she spoke to me gently, a secret,
That I might know why she had come,
There I learned how an angel could weep,
Such beauty, perfection, could weep,
And I was sad, but I could not weep
Once there was a magnificent garden
Where the child in me had to play,
And I was free to let myself run wild
To grow what I willed in the garden,
There I grew a blood red rose
That burdened me with its beauty,
And was frightening in its beauty,
In all its pale and soft petaled beauty
Until I folded its beauty away.
 Black_Rose499 · Mon Dec 11, 2006 @ 09:24pm · 1 Comments |
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