As the red rose blooms and the petals fall like tears of blood from the wounds of time
the call of the raven sings to me and embrasses the darkness
that surrounds me for with the darkness my heart is safe but
with the darkness comes the hate will the love of the past
bring the hate of tomorrow or will the promise of love bring about
the light of the morrow.
As the crimson roses bloom the flower of love shall make lovers swoon. This is all of my poetry i hope you all enjoy it
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