The reaper's tainted rosesA Poem by Curiosity's VirtuosoAnother links arms with the reaper's charming stemsPetite and pale,
Chamber curls liquidated to thirsty amber ale With eyes that lace power to the holy grail Of meaningful thoughts built for the trepidatious soul's prevail In a fated crimson veil accompliced by a coffin's final nail To restore an animated body to cracked and frail. Tall, sleek, and strong Willowed hands steady like a surgeon's prong High and sneer he stands, but not for long Fore a victim wavers to cherubic movements without prolong Ambitiously he awaits the season's harvesting gong A frightened lullaby which spat on the free bird's song As she peers from her balcony windows condensed with lie She spots a suited figure stomp the doorsteps dry Followed by her righteous father's sigh As he opened the doorway to a welcoming wide Shamelessly calling his daughter from her tower high To meet a savior whom is certainly not shy Her steps unveil in gracefully pleaded gems His surpass her's; enchanting as if in hypnotic REM They meet in the middle, his smirk sly but grim He outstretches a hand clanned of roses, a silent whim With lighting burning within irises sparkling to condemn She accepts his ivory contracts and signs her signature in pen Never within his fingers rested rich omen The petals shrivel and choke, again and again While the leaves churn into the color of bloodied knives times ten The mischievous reaper handed her an ended lifeline on thorned stems Then she smiled, linking arms with him The final whisper spoke it's amen Her delicate footsteps never echoed again © 2011 Curiosity's VirtuosoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCuriosity's VirtuosoNYAboutHey there! :D My name is Kristen. I'm a 16 year old writer from Long Island, NY. Truly I like to think of myself as more of a poet than anything else but I also like writing short stories. I am alway.. more..Writing
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