Velvet Promises

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You were different...

Like a rose in the biggest thorn patch

I lived in eternal bliss...





A maiden of fair walking...

Silently wandering...

through the dead and quiet patch

no life has been here

yet she wanders further on

searching ... for a life? ... a unique sign?

There.

In the middle plane of black of thorn thickets

lies a single rose.

look at it...

whispers a voice

a wind comes up from the dry ground

hurdling through the maiden’s dark locks

a rose. dreamy white and pure

full of innocence

she reaches out to touch it...

an evil thorn pointed and long penetrates thy lovely maiden’s skin

and now...

the reddened tears fall

the rose...

whispers the voice

a single blood red tear falls to it

now.... no pure white

but scarlet red passion, velvet petals

enticed by its beauty...

the maiden leans into kiss it

“You told me once that you loved me...

I am sure I drowned in those words”

she takes her sweet kiss away

and looks back at the rose again

“You told me once I was the only one you could ever want...”

“I feel so alone now” whispered the maiden

a single raindrop tear falls from her glossy eye

darkness... it spreads

“You told me once that you loved me...

I find no life within those words now

For those words have faded fast

Into the background of camouflaged emotions

the tear spreads onto the silky petals

so does the darkness

now there before the maiden’s eyes...

stands a black rose.

perfumed with the scent of sadness, fear and loneliness

she runs!

through thicket

through the forest

a mirror, a window... to touch thy ivory face

on a bridge she looks below

and sees the reflection of a dark maiden

framed with the trace of a black kiss

in which she gave to the rose

mesmerized by this appearance

hypnotized is this dark girl

she leans over to touch the water

to remove the stench of the kiss

“You told me once you’d never let me go...”

but here I stand

forever more

faded past

I am slipping

slipping fast...

falling downward

into fate’s ugly and twisted hands

  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was... a very dramatic piece. So much to it, that I don't know what to put in as a title. When I was writing this I don't even think I knew what I was writing. If that makes any sense. I was in a broken sense of mind. And as most of my pieces turn out... this one after it was finished... it had so much to it that, I  wasn't even sure what the meaning behind it was. Now I think I do know. But depending one when, where and how you read this, how you take it in is the meaning that your going to get out of it, there are many you may come to see.

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