The Black Rose

Submitted by Gina I. on Wed, 12/14/2016 - 00:48

She then became

A rose as black
As her heart and yet
With a beauty rarer still

A rose of stone
With a heart of gold
And a manner just as chill

Chill as the ice
That froze her bones
And made her darker still

A queen of ice
In a land of death
Willing to steal and kill

The queen of death
Who followed her call
Though she could never be filled

With loss of life
She froze that much more
Then, time bent to her will

Time was timeless
Made of purest gold
But she swallowed a bitter pill

Her heart and soul
In time, they froze and
She grew darker, colder until

She then became...

Author's age when written
17
Genre
Poetry

Comments

Damaris Ann

Wed, 12/14/2016 - 06:54

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Gah! I literally always have a chill of pleasure after reading your poetry. You seriously have so much talent! You had my attention with the unique title, and I positively caught my breath over the first two verses. Well done!

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Gina I.

Wed, 12/14/2016 - 18:32

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Tbh, you're one of the reasons I keep writing it. It's lovely to know someone appreciates it.
I would rank this as my second best, with Old Oak Tree just above it. The reason I'm so proud of this is because I made a time-loop. I felt like a genius. XD

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Damaris Ann

Thu, 12/15/2016 - 20:59

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Awwwwww you just made my day!!! So happy happy that I can be such an encouragement!
Haha well you are quite a genius. I'm heading over to remember what The Old Oak Tree is like...

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Brighid

Fri, 12/16/2016 - 01:30

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Time was timeless
Made of purest gold
But she swallowed a bitter pill
...
I love it. You have this beautiful tempo and I absolutely love the last line rhyming scheme...wonderfully executed!

When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.