Scarlet Stains
Scarlet stains your silver tresses
Running through your sable dresses
Purified by cleansing floods,
Combed by fingers dipped in blood.
Raise your fingers to my lips.
Taste the steel in their tips.
Run your tongue along the blade.
Watch the glimmer slowly fade.
Holding up the fragile names
Held within their aging frames.
March atop the rounded stones
In step with your spotless clones.
Cheeks will blush a baby blue,
Never having thought it through.
Frozen hands and frozen bones
Fashion cemetery stones.
***
I'm not sure if this is a poem or a song, but there it is.
Running through your sable dresses
Purified by cleansing floods,
Combed by fingers dipped in blood.
Raise your fingers to my lips.
Taste the steel in their tips.
Run your tongue along the blade.
Watch the glimmer slowly fade.
Holding up the fragile names
Held within their aging frames.
March atop the rounded stones
In step with your spotless clones.
Cheeks will blush a baby blue,
Never having thought it through.
Frozen hands and frozen bones
Fashion cemetery stones.
***
I'm not sure if this is a poem or a song, but there it is.
1 Comments:
Nice. I especially like the last line. However, you might consider using a different word then Scarlet. It's used WAY to much and comes across as kind of pretentious.
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