Life's Mortal ShellA Poem by Sophieplease read! This is my new favorite poem!The red shines on the snow the drop of blood, a red rose. The black bird caws, a crow, the bringer of Death listens to her shallow breath. The victim lays, she has been slain, her lips drip, painted in blood, the color of the setting sun.
The bloodied rose sprouts from the drop in her closed hand As her eyelids shift again And her spirit sings a mournful song as it flutters away to a land in perpetual dawn More flowers grow in the fallen drops of red listening to what the crow said, Cover her body in petals of blood let the living know I have won She danced with Death and fell Cover Life's mortal shell
Vines and roses cover her scarred face and clothes they twine around her body in a death grip Drinking her blood, a sip. And the first rose blooms, The crow croons, Urging it's creation up, To be beautifully corrupt The thorns tear at her blue skin as it grows born of blood, the red, red rose © 2012 Sophie
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