The twining roses
This is my first attempt at poetry. Please give me some constructive criticism and comments. Thanks and enjoy :3
The twinning roses.
The moon is full and flying high
It sails, careens in quiet sky
Twining roses on the wall
Shine so red in moonlit nigh
Outside all is deathly still
No movements made through strength of will
Twining roses on the wall
Child leans on the windowsill.
Nothing heard, not one sound
Leaves lie still upon the ground
Twining roses on the wall
Ghosts drift silent on the mounds.
The moon flies on silent wings
Watching over the quiet things
Twining roses on the wall
Mourning deep the church bell rings.