Black Roses (Part2) "Awareness"
For centuries I've been locked in this gloom,
Feasting at night by the light of pale moon.
Coming to terms with this musty old room;
My refuge, my solace, this damnable tomb!
Once I was mortal and walked freely as you.
A woman of substance impeccably groomed.
Dreams of being a bride, face glowing like dew!
Now as Queen of Undead, I'm eternally doomed.
Roses of red were always my choice,
When I was alive and still had a voice.
And dining with friends was cause to rejoice;
Now I've feasted on them, few regrets, little noise.
Forever I'm damned to wandering alone,
With a pure, aching hunger that cuts to the bone.
Doomed to silence and darkness wherever I roam;
Nevermore to know comfort, companion or home.
Gaily by lamplight, right under your noses,
I linger in shadows; you strike mortal poses,
Unaware of how naivety neglects, predisposes,
Your fate to my thirst and this "gift" of.. black.. roses.
Rose Haddix copyright@08/23/2005
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