Bitterly gorgeous rose petals scream
sweet, sordid symphonies.
Delirious ethereal beings
rise up and restlessly seek eternity.
A delicate knife in the mist,
they rip through time,
leaving behind bloodlust
and shadows of beauty.
Death Goddess whispering her power
putting all lies away.
Truth soars on forever,
giving all freedom.
It didn't start out as one, but I figured out that this poem is about vampires. *shrug* They must be running loose in my subconcious again.
~Yoha
