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.