in the mist of the fog and in the blackness of the night
hard to identify the lonely slovenly figure
her shadow is reflected by the moon
she places a rose after twelve
the silk of blackness she wears
the room filled with her smell
every night i wait and stay put to watch her twirl into the mid of night
she places a rose after twelve
again i stand here waiting to see her come
but my mind wonders with terror fear
i can't smell that scent from the distance
i can't hear her breaths its exactly twelve and she has never been late before
i walk slowly into the moon light and see no rose
i swiftly walk away with grieve
....but my love of darkness in the moonlight never had ended for her
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"she places a rose after twelve" great write...I really like it
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