Devine FarewellA Poem by GraveyardfuckPale flesh, Crimson rose petals, The intricate backdrop, Of a devine death. Her black hair falls around her porcelain face. Her lover sobs into his hands. Cracked, bloody palms, and tar coated finger nails. The immensity of his melancholy, Sends tremors all through him. Beautiful death. Happiness is rare, And likely impossible in this case, Yet, The man finds himself uplifted. Her delicate, feathery hand, Rests on his shouldier, He glances back, "I will always be here, Oberon. Do not worry." She faded... His angel was there, And he realized, She always would be, Always. Carassing the face of his timeless angel, One last farewell was in order, But forever, it would not always stay. He would see her again. A devine rekindling, Of a devine farewell.
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12 Reviews Added on May 17, 2013 Last Updated on May 17, 2013 Tags: blood crimson, death, love, life, angel AuthorGraveyardfuckFort Walton Beach, FLAboutWelcome! Welcome all to the esoteric world of Brooke's Wonderland! Speculate over my alluring, yet ominous creations. Observe my nightmarish allegories. But do not forget, this dreamland has an eve.. more..Writing
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