Raven

The Moth Diaries, Poetry
2005-06-24 12:38:02 (UTC)

Poem 61- China Roses

china roses, calm sweet storm of thorns.
pleting through the nightmare world of that child,
so innocent, yet wakes soaked in sweat each morning.
fear comes to those who are afraid, afraid of terror
combat that twisted vicious circle of fright
and you escape the never ending night.

it is not out place to judge, we have no right,
we have no need, judgment comes on swift wings
to those who tread heavily its road.
follow the path to destruction by weaving a soft web,
beware the frosted path of despair
it only leaves trails of corpses.

marble halls surround the glass mark left
drenched with etchings of age old spears,
past jewells carved into each arch.
imagine those last china roses in that marble hall.

© Lucy Griffin June05




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