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
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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