Thursday, September 3, 2009

Rose Red

Etched in the stone
the end and the beginning
so soft and mallable
like delicate metal
pouring in
sheets sable
like that of the night
the wind whips about decay
on this hollowed ground
although all rots
the memory remains
souls wrapped about
in a beautiful purgatory
for past sins
a reminder for repentance
while the deceiving beauty smiles on

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