The Black
As the sunlight fades
on the glistening dew faithfully clinging
to the petals of the blood red roses
in the garden….
love lingers and then
fades with the shimmering
light that has turned
the clouds to fire.
Through a shadowed window,
brunette locks and hazel eyes
look longingly at the black,
wishing for even the slightest sliver of silver light
piercing through the night
as sharp as his eyes pierce her soul.
But tonight not even the glimmer
of moonlight will bring a gloomy
hope to the poor nymph… a wandering
beauty with only the purest love, now lost
in the deepest ocean of doubt.
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