Poet Tellaferro Poet Free verse

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

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