One Thousand Blood Stained Roses

I sit among the roses, with their sweet and heady scent,
Within my mirror black I watch them lay all spent.
These thousand blood stained roses the only other witnesses,
Along with my coven of faithful, blessed, friendly witches.

I howl out in fury, a blood curdling scream,
He looks alert between those sheets; he heard me it would seem.
“He wasn’t even worried ‘bout the greater consequences!
Perhaps it’s now that I should strike; he’s lowered all defences.”

So now I go into the room made of blackest stone,
It’s covered now with cobwebs and dust; this heart that calls it home
Cannot leave its strict confines for more than ‘bout a day,
“But now he shalt not leave it in any other way!”

I go into the roses now, their petals pale and white,
And thus I shalt hold a feast, for him this very night!
Let his fragile bitch come with the bastard too,
So they can die together, those conniving, philandering two.

I bring one thousand blood stained roses into my hateful home,
I lay them out and hang them up, their petals most have sown.
A large white table I put out and place four chairs around,
I spread the petals one by one ‘til covered is the ground.

My good friends, the bravest ones, have invited all the guests,
My two strong beloved ones, and that girl I call a pest.
And so I set out a feast, and oil up the chains.
Tonight my roses shall feast on blood, and be watered all the same.

I set three torments out, one for each to die.
The most favourable for the man with those gorgeous, charcoal eyes.
Only poison in his wine shalt he receive tonight,
Perhaps his death will be enough to make the others scream in fright.

The next one shall be horrible, for that lovely black haired bitch.
Against my rose emblazoned wall shalt her body I pitch.
As she starts screaming and my master tries to fight,
He’ll find himself bounded in my rusty chains so tight.

Then he shalt howl and she shalt cry, beg and plead and scream,
For I shalt tear out her eyes and watch the blood steam.
I’ll throw them in the fireplace, so that they cannot rot,
And desecrate my blessed lord, for to her it now matters not.
Into his ear I shalt talk, whisper to him ”Sweet,
I may listen to your begging now if your body I may keep.”
And he shalt yell “Never! I have never known such hate!”
And with that stupid asshole’s words I’ll begin to mutilate.

Grabbing a knife I’ll run it down her never ending legs,
And shove it so hard into her that her body sags.
I’ll tear up her stupid skin and rip off her stupid smile,
So that no other man alone feel to her beguiled.

When I feel that I have had enough of the woman that he brought,
I’ll slit her throat and break her neck without a second thought.
I turn now to my master, who glares at me in his hate.
But to know he looks with any emotion makes me want to gyrate.

And moving around behind him I will stop to brashly stare,
I’ll take those bloodstained roses and braid them in his hair.
I’ll wrap it tight around his dull, procrastinating throat
So that his dull voice cannot emanate another note.

And in those thorns among the blood, where my death filled roses sing,
I’ll make my own along the path unto Hades’ wings.
As he dies, so shalt I; I’d sworn my heart entwined with his.
As long as he dies, no longer can I live.

I’ll slit my wrists with my loving, deadly thorns,
Among the forest of petals and leaves I’ll let my death be born.
As from this stone he brought me to this darkest fantastic womb,
We shalt now share it as our darkest hating tomb.

I hear a knock at my door, it seems my guests have come!
In so little time it seems I’ve got so much work done.
It swings open and I can only stare into his unknowing eyes,
Immediately he stuns my hate, goads me into compromise.
I clear the chains I drain the wine, I take the thorns form her chair.
I feel each of them look at me, and so I return the stare.
“I had felt my worth was less than this, and it turns out I was right.
How could I bring guests here and then turn on them to fight?
The only things you gave me were such great unending friendship,
But here I was with such poisoned honey on my lips!
Your goodness I will not betray, your deaths not longer a feat!
So I pray you, go sit down, have your wine and eat.”
My heart was broke and as they left and I looked upon my roses,
For all one thousand blood stained are the only ones that know this.