Poet Tellaferro Poet Rhyme

Tyranny of Roses

Divinities of stone 
Humanity of bone
Legions march in time 
to glossy cracked clocks. 
Black Boots step to the metronome. 
Before them dark skies become…
Into it they rise the pinnacle of infinites
to the bloody rim of Tyranny. 
Roses, rage…
The blossoms bleed a sea of crimson, 
roses rare and thorns deep 
hands of humanity bound, keep.
To the rhythm of the metronome 
Feel the rush of Methodrone.
Violence, the iron forge blaze… 
god in gears and wires
black onyx eyes stare. 
A field of roses rage to the right 
A flight of Ravens reflect in the sight 
into the burning night 
stars illuminate.
Distance is the shallows depths,
as angry angels feast 
As Graves gives up their ghosts

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