The Blood of Roses Options

[cazilika]

The blood of roses
crimson red.
A fire chosen
to fill with dread.
The child's darkness,
monsters weep.
Step onto the threshold.
The poison runs deep.
Of flowered vineyards
growing dust.
Of pipes long frozen
collecting rust.
The gift of roses'
hard, cold brass.
A fire chosen
to reduce to ash.
A child's innocense,
monsters weep.
And break the threshold.
Poisoned sleep.

[*stephinika*]

very nicely written. it flows very nicely and the concept isn't bad. good work.

[xblueradiance]

Awesome job! I love the very last line... you know, how you ended it. ^_^

[SillyCourtney]

I really liked that. It's like somehow.. I could relate in some odd, distant way.

[Midnight Faerie]

I loved that. ^_^ It's alot like the poems I used to write. Good job.