You were different...
Like a rose in the biggest thorn patch
I lived in eternal bliss...
A maiden of fair walking...
Silently wandering...
through the dead and quiet patch
no life has been here
yet she wanders further on
searching ... for a life? ... a unique sign?
There.
In the middle plane of black of thorn thickets
lies a single rose.
look at it...
whispers a voice
a wind comes up from the dry ground
hurdling through the maiden’s dark locks
a rose. dreamy white and pure
full of innocence
she reaches out to touch it...
an evil thorn pointed and long penetrates thy lovely maiden’s skin
and now...
the reddened tears fall
the rose...
whispers the voice
a single blood red tear falls to it
now.... no pure white
but scarlet red passion, velvet petals
enticed by its beauty...
the maiden leans into kiss it
“You told me once that you loved me...
I am sure I drowned in those words”
she takes her sweet kiss away
and looks back at the rose again
“You told me once I was the only one you could ever want...”
“I feel so alone now” whispered the maiden
a single raindrop tear falls from her glossy eye
darkness... it spreads
“You told me once that you loved me...
I find no life within those words now
For those words have faded fast
Into the background of camouflaged emotions
the tear spreads onto the silky petals
so does the darkness
now there before the maiden’s eyes...
stands a black rose.
perfumed with the scent of sadness, fear and loneliness
she runs!
through thicket
through the forest
a mirror, a window... to touch thy ivory face
on a bridge she looks below
and sees the reflection of a dark maiden
framed with the trace of a black kiss
in which she gave to the rose
mesmerized by this appearance
hypnotized is this dark girl
she leans over to touch the water
to remove the stench of the kiss
“You told me once you’d never let me go...”
but here I stand
forever more
faded past
I am slipping
slipping fast...
falling downward
into fate’s ugly and twisted hands