Fragile, she is beckoning me
I long to catch her 'fore she breaks
though tempting she, I tremble in fear
her dark allure begins to take.
Enchanted as the evening snow
glistening in a curtain of ice
encapsulated in a shrouded rose
my warm touch brings her back to life.
F.o.r.g.o.t.t.e.n. beauty on her breath
a scent of rapture in the air
floats and blooms upon the past
and leaves her darkness s.h.a.t.t.e.r.e.d. there.
Her long, cold winter thawing thus
slow and painfully from the dead
still vulnerable, yet I take her not
and lay this glass rose on her bed.
a companion piece to Crimson Glass Roses by Scarlet Whisper
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