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Meh...

Ashes to ashes dust to dust, arnt these the famouse words

we learned to trust. The way of man just like an animle instinctive

to kill, impossible to trust it makes one wonder just how dark is the soul?

With words such as these one might loose hope, but don't fray my sweet

atlest pay attenton to your host.

 

With the clank of two glasses the toast is raised to the new world he said

what a foolish phasod. But a man must do what a man must do it is

human nature after all. His eyes open wide and crimson lips part but

not a single scream can be heard. Gasping for air the vixon smiles

this is what she had hoped.  When one's soul grows so cold as to

not even recall the face of pain, death is the only opiton

if only suited for the flowers, the flowers upon your grave.

 

Up rise the crimson flowers, tainted by the blood of man, a rose so

magnificent it's phorbiden to men. It's taint so evil it requires only

one thing to grow, death and decay is the price for this lustuous rose.

 

As the darkness new grew as did the Vixen's lust her stomach not satisfied

her eyes not filled. So upon the hunt again, a yonger man perhaps twenty

she found a murder, a rapist a penltie must be served. The death of this one

was one to be seen, killed with his own device of tourter what poetic

justice indeed. As the crimson red flowed from his body and his

 

Experson of surpise widend the Vixen only laughed and offered to him

A single smile. "Dear boy now listen to me" she said "It's not hell awaits

you but me instead. For I am the bearer of the rose of man, might this

be your punishment for the crimes you command. Bear me a flower

one that trumps all and with this I take you, sleep well my love.."

 

The ferterlizer is added, another rose now born this one even more tainted

then before. Yet tainted or not it grows white petals a sign of puritie.

"Whats this" the vixen might ask observing the brilliance of the white

soul. It seems Death and Decay, perhaps isent all bad after all.

 

The moral of the story, commen as may be redempton is not far away

but all most go through the flower keeper's garden through the life cycle

we know as Death and Decay. Roses are red, Violets are blue in the

Rose bearer's garden, which are you..?

Author's Note

Ignore the spelling mistakes. I am going to go back and edit it later..

Reviews

[Euphoric Sin]

This poem has a lot of different ideas merged into one.
It was good to read, I liked it, but sometimes I found it a bit hard to follow.
What I got out of it was that the woman was finding bad men to kill, but I'm not so sure about that one.

However, it is a good poem, I enjoyed it. Nice work.