Yellow Moon, Blue Roses

Gray eyes and hair of such midnight black; Gypsy Rose won't be coming back. She'd a beauty which once set hearts afire! And she wore such exotic attire! Yellow moon remembers her ruby lips; Blue roses fell from her fingertips. Night rests tenderly upon her silken brow, But she is so cold and silent now. Only Yellow Moon witnessed her fall. And only hoot owl answered her frightened call. A sudden misstep in the near total dark, Has left the gypsy queen cold and stark! Yellow Moon remembers her ruby lips; Blue roses fell from her fingertips For she'd picked a sweet fragrance bouquet; Now strewn about her in lovely disarray. She is gone like a breath in the night, And bled as the sun did at last light. Yellow Moon remembers her ruby lips; Blue roses fell from her fingertips.