Bloody Rose
She’s a bloody rose. Where she comes from nobody knows. But I knew, where she once stood and grew. Because I was the first lover, and the first heart turned to stew.
It was a small New Mexico town. It didn't belong to any crown. It just always looked so damper and down. She walked to the tavern where all the lonely men gathered. She picked her prey, very wisely without much fray then she asked him lavishly “Do you know where I could stay?” The man drunkly answered “yes, follow me, it’s this way!” The man then laid eyes, on the femme fatale with Lucifer in disguise. They walked away, never to be seen again under the dark lunar skies.
If you see the lady of the bloody rose because there is your soul and off it goes!
Copyright © Dylan Wilson | Year Posted 2016
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