At last at peace,
Closing her pale rose lips,

Dawn till Dusk her fingers count,

Until she shall again rise,
Rise and watch the nights moon clasped in the sky's hands

With her long lost orchid eyes

“My children,” he said “Be aware of devilry,

                    For as Mankind is held in esteem,

Refrain from catching the ***** tendency

               Or you will become an ill mans dream.”

Tear me a shred of the good
Lords Dignity
For what is a man if he
Doesn’t sicken me

Star dusted wishes, blessed with
An angels touch
Look her in the eyes
Convince her that its not lust

I can see why the wise men
said that she is crazy
As she inhaled the scent of Myrrh
And screamed “it doesn’t phase me”

See the crimson petals
Dance to the floor

Selfish in nature
Thus labelled a *****,


A pardoned disguise
I pity yet adore her

Her blossom tongue protected
The sweet scent of ammonia

Men have since been lured the same way
By that one that got away

That same angel in disguise

Forever shall she drain the colour of baby blue eyes
Drain them into crimson

A crimson lifeless lie.

Hush young one
Censored thoughts,

Keep it astray you must

Else a liar shall be spat upon
A scoundrel buried in dust


Sprint away
Without your whimpering cries,

Back to your solid slum

Your mother will be baking your pies,
Honeysuckle apple and plum


Now if you ever were to tell,
Satan would weep to behave

I'll build a wall for you

Patterned with words
Resting upon your fathers own grave