Crimson dew
falls upon white
roses, staining petals
blush pink her cheeks
fiery, cries echoing upon
endless walkways, penetrating
the winter silence of the night sky.
**Off with his head. Off with her head.
Off with their heads. Off. Off. Off. Off. Off.**
The rhythm of clinging lockets clattering on marble floors,
strangled pleas (a please), heads thumping like metronomes
a wedding march through the chapel in pristine white.
Her heart has flown away — disappearing to
dance with stars through Hyperion foliage
She seeks it out, but her guards’ heartbeats
call to her like a sirens’ song — she
pulls them out, still beating,
blood caressing her fingers
They beat in staccato,
too-fast, too-warm.
Too late
it is gone gone gone.
Give me back my heart.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
Crimson dew
falls upon white
roses, staining petals
blush pink her cheeks
fiery, cries echoing upon
endless walkways, penetrating
the winter silence of the night sky.
**Off with his head. Off with her head.
Off with their heads. Off. Off. Off. Off. Off.**
The rhythm of clinging lockets clattering on marble floors,
strangled pleas (a please), heads thumping like metronomes
a wedding march through the chapel in pristine white.
Her heart has flown away — disappearing to
dance with stars through Hyperion foliage
She seeks it out, but her guards’ heartbeats
call to her like a sirens’ song — she
pulls them out, still beating,
blood caressing her fingers
They beat in staccato,
too-fast, too-warm.
Too late
it is gone gone gone.
Give me back my heart.