Underneath the blood and bones,
Lies a creature of untold woes,
It speaks of life in unheard tones,
And it tells but the beauty of a rose,
Cloaked in beauty it sings,
Never showing its fears,
Always seeing the pure springs,
Pouring all the unshed tears,
It lives in darkness but never shows,
Watching as it slowly bled,
Never wishing as it froze,
Always seeing it was dead.
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Poems of Requiem
PoetryThis will be my first published work but I want everyone to know that I will mostly be writing fantasy books but I will feel the urge to write poetry from time to time. This will just be me making poems whenever I feel like it. There will be no cons...
