End of Days (In Color)

End of Days (In Color)

The ancient willow trees,
Make gray shadows in the moonlight,
On a red stained river,
That bleeds black at night,

The white noise reveals,
Yellow roses bloom out of thin air,
And blue tears fall from my eyes,
As the sound of my heart startled me,

When I heard a noise,
I thought it was you,
Instead it was me bleeding,
All the colors of the night.

Reviews

[imawriter]

this is stunningly beautiful. Reminds me of some of my weird technicolour dreams :)

[A]

I love this! I love how you incorporated colors into this poem. It makes the poem that much more visual and captivating. I love the imagery too. Great poem! :)