Midnight's Rose
#8 of Poetry
This poem was inspired by a very dear friend of mine. I hope you like it, Josh c:
An end
Has come
To his life
A tale:
A comedy
Told
In the deep hues
Of tragedy:
A purity
Beyond
The grasp
Of their mortal minds
Blood:
Crimson
Silk
Drops
Of sorrow
To my hands
Undeserving
Was he
Of this end
Betrayed
By the one
He loved so dearly
A tender embrace
His final gesture
Before
A swift end
Found him;
Bitter
I cradle him
Life
Barely clinging
To him
My Love;
I
His Lover
One who he
Never loved in return
Though
It burned,
Like icy embers,
I held no grudge
For he
I loved
With every fiber
Of my being
And all
Of what
I ever did
I did for him
Though now
He is gone;
A vagabond
Amongst the stars;
Sparkling
Like his eyes
Full of joy
And remorse;
A tell-tale gem
Softly,
I plant a kiss
On his still warm forehead
My hand
Gently caresses
His tender cheek
"Rest, now."
I whisper,
Hanging my head
Shapeless emotion
Wells up
Within me
As tears
Bead
In my eyes
"May peace
Find you
My Love."
I sigh,
Shuddering
At the realization
Of our mortality;
So delicate
This life is
And now
I must live my own
Without
He
Who
Made this life
Something
Worth living;
A heavy price
A tragedy
Of the night's true hues;
Midnight's Rose