Blooden'd tears fall upon
Thy tender cheek.
A hollow chime is laid
Bare on swollen ears.
The blank canvas of thy
Body lies still like a mirror'd
Pool in aspect of night's
Algid face of innocence.
Under evocative, tragic skies,
In the fields of summer bright,
Lost in lamentation's hue
Thy death as sweet as roses' bloom.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Blooden'd tears fall upon
Thy tender cheek.
A hollow chime is laid
Bare on swollen ears.
The blank canvas of thy
Body lies still like a mirror'd
Pool in aspect of night's
Algid face of innocence.
Under evocative, tragic skies,
In the fields of summer bright,
Lost in lamentation's hue
Thy death as sweet as roses' bloom.
