Silence of Heaven
So red the rose a crimson divinity
Thorns sharp cruel dangerous
Crush the petals so gently, so soft
Thorns are long, how they prick thee
A rare fragrance of delicate tones
Eyes as black as Sable's ink, see
A so razor keen like murder myth and miracles
The deeper you cut harder you are to hold
Rose thorns born deep death reeks
thorns driven grave
to the heart of sin
In Flesh n Bone where blood is born
Rare dark deep
shades secrets keep
of crimson shadowed and spawn
Hue the shade of crimson ichor
The Blood of Life
The Blood of Sacrifice
A bloody firstborn
Runs on burnt Crosses and Rosary
ironic is the Rose
crimson a Delicate sound
blood-born sharp of thorn
Life races through your veins, reflex
a flash of the unknown, crimson, and onyx
Just like you a dark secret entity
so like death are you
Crucifixion n entropy
The razor sliver sharp keen n new
born upon the wing of ravened claws
I see preludes to Doom
Dominions and Damnation
it bleeds, it breaks your visions
into ruddy muddy puddles
Hollow be thy name
Profane is your humanity, a burning crown
Secret Heart in the Silence of Heaven
Where a rare rose grows and bloom
A rose so rare a deep dark shade of Crimson
So rare the rose dusky is the tones
The delicate sound of distant thunder, Doomed.
bleed upon thy holy grounds, Sacred
Your thorns are so sharp they cut
Darkness is your language
Crimson is your color
Deep is your power
Onyx and Crimson
about your light flickers,
Images reflect,
Thoughts retract
Roses and Thorns
So Red the rose of your crimson divinity
Thorns sharp and long cut so keen
Crush the petals so gentle
A thorn so long sharp and keen
A mortal death comes upon crimson wings
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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