Songs-of-black-roses

"Mama, why's everybody afraid of the dark?" the little girl asked; she herself had never understood the common, childhood cliche fear. She couldn't explain why not, it just 'didn't seem scary'. Her mother laughed, tucking the child into bed. It was just dusk, the appropriate age for a child of such a young age to go to sleep. "See, dear, the night time doesn't belong to us. You're not supposed to take what doesn't belong to you; but nature gives people a reason not to." The young girl scrunched her nose up, musing upon the offered answer, "Why doesn't it belong to us?" "Because we have to share. We're not the only beings on the earth. We get

 It is in recalling what I had, that I realize what I now do not: The simmering sunsets amidst the temperamental, fickle tropical air; I feel as if I have lost it all. This, in and of itself, is a humidity; that is to say the weight and constrict of my soul. But my body yearns to be rested amongst the sultry beaches as the twilight glows it's last full flame. What light and heavy! Crushed and lifted at once, yet in turn, by reminisce. The once placid memories now replaced with proverbial skeletons  haunt me in my sleep. This cynicism, which is an acid; that is to say which had dissolved the flesh of what now forms reality. Leaving me s

Your smile is my coffin As the sunlight seems brighter than the stars while in the twilight I once longed for So I cast away the stars, let them fade into the moon To be burned by your heat And smile. You pull the air from my lungs Gasps and sighs that shake me and leave me dizzy with a lack of oxygen So I breathe in your tainted air, use it as my sustenance Corroded from the inside And smiling. Your love is my brandy and chocolate cake Gagging and gasping on richness, vomiting wealth of overindulgence of the improper to consume Bulimia of emotions to keep myself from growing fat off hopes To waste away behind the curtain Still smiling.

You for whom the raven mourns The crimson bloom your body torn Her shadow loom, the spirit forlorn Oh, father, you whom guards the gate Let him back in our world! You for whom the raven mourns Her eyes your tomb, her lips to warn Your blood perfume, the rose for the thorn Oh, father, you whom guards the gate Let him back in our world! You for whom the raven mourns She will not exhume, as she had sworn But her soul entomb, physical shorn Oh, father, you whom guards the gate Let her into his world! Without him, she cannot live in this world.

The king wants the harlequin The jester wants the queen So what am I supposed to be when they're both wanting me?

"You're like a fire." he said to me, and my eyes rose, meeting his with inquiry, and he continued. "Not like a raging blaze, no, more like a hearth fire. At times it's low, at times it's burning hot. And on occasion the wind comes along and blows it out, and it takes someone poking at the embers for a while to get it stirring again. But it can always be brought back to life." Faintest smile played upon my lips, and my fingertips curled in my hair as I realized he was right, and it charmed me somehow. "You're the one to do the prodding then?" He gave me a smile and reached over, drawing my hand from my hair and pushing the strands behind my ea

"Tell me why I love you..." "Because I love you too." "But that doesn't tell me how, or when or why I truly do!" "Then tell me why you love me." "I can't help that it is so." "Then why bother asking why, when it's something you just know?" "I don't see why I love you." "Maybe you're just blind." "I am, I know, I truly do, but it's an answer I must find." "I'll tell you why you love me." "But can you tell me true?" "You really only love me, for it's all you've left to do."

In seeking power beautiful slayer, Sold her soul to the son of death Her soul forsaken, As power awakens, But she has no fleeting breath. The raven's cry, To gods in sky, Cannot for pity mourn For what she sought, She surely got, And now her soul is torn “Stay with me, My kingdom to thee If you’ll only be my bride!” The son of death did call out so But it was that she must truly go That only she replied And so the beauty dark and fair With raven’s wing caught in her hair Did flee into the night And with her power She did devour Every enemy in sight And soon she was feared By each land that she neared

If you love me, will you give me a new moon? A new promise, a new sign, a new boon. IF you love me, darling, will you remember my name? Through hell, earth and heaven all the same If you love me, dearest, will you rescue me? From all the things I've ever been, and that I'll ever be If you love me truly, will you hold me tight? And make me forget that I'll always have to fight If you love me, rightly, will you give me a new moon? A new promise, a new sign, a new hope of 'soon'.

Do my words linger in your head, as rain on the leaves? When they finally fade, do they seep into you, forgotten, but not without effect, as the rain into the ground? Will you stand through the thunderstorm, absorbing my fury just as you cherish the rainbow? If my words are the sky, dawn, and sun, then let you be my earth. And the lightning will light up your world; Promise.