Dusk fluttered across the bleeding sky,
The celestial queen’s blazing crown
Set the discolored horizon alight,
A symphony of warmth flared from its eyes.
The flowers watch in unnerved awe
Fire licking intimately at the tips of their petals.
Their beds imitate the sun’s spectacle,
Wishing to protect their children from the night;
Yet in the morning only the sun will rise.
A holocaust is brought to the garden,
Black and red its only shade left to offer.
The blossoms bleed ashes, tears and skin,
Their stems falter and the earth is upon them.
Now, barely a frown on the hill’s crest,
The sun gathers phantom flowers up,
Resting them in its overbearing rays,
Scorching the souls that were torn from them;
They allow the light to rob their presence.
Night silently spills from the mountain top,
Ushered by an orchestra of glistening stars,
Pushed by a darkness descended from death
On a mission to massacre the fallen morning.
The piles of ashes trip into this abyss,
Nurtured by a still, sleeping nature
Into calm calamity that is chaos’ bosom,
Growing again under the influence of timeless space,
Planets spring forth from their pollen.
Such is the force of the night,
With a chorus of stars to sing
The rebirth of a burning world,
Unfolding from the discord of dark,
A nocturnal womb of nothingness
Teeming with life’s epitome,
Sought out after its demise.
Author notes
I'm not sure about the ending x.x I just didn't know any other way to end it. A good bit of the first half is quite a few weeks old, but I didn't think it was going anywhere until I looked at it again and decided it wasn't horrible =D.
I need help with the title 
Originally, it was Morning Massacre,
But I didn't like that. And I don't like this one either.
Purple!
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your imagry as always is exeptional, this is a r\lly really strong write utterly captivating
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wow nephy your going to have to give me a lil bit to think of a title
, great write tho, great choice of words
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wow, so many creative images to latch my mind onto. i particularly like:
A holocaust is brought to the garden,
Black and red its only shade left to offer.
The blossoms bleed ashes, tears and skin,
the only thing thats rubbing me wrong is the repetition in some way or others of flowers.
and i actually love the title morning massacre, and see nothing wrong with the ending -
I actually didn't see anything wrong with the ending you created for it. It tied everything together pretty well, and it fit in there as well as any of the other stanzas. The use of language here was just EXCELLENT. I LOVE all the imagery you used for this one....very strong and easy to imagine. As for a title...I was thinking maybe "the fallen morning". The line is right in the poem itself and everything. Just a suggestion. Great writing!
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Very nice. I like the rich images you create.
And I would say I like Morning Massacre. =) -
poor boy ...deserves an ovation
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Call it the flower
that defied evolution
for millions of years lass...
...Orchid....
or ...
..Burning Our Death Bed.
Just a suggestion ...
the poem is very wild....
I loved it little gypsy,
Lowell Poe
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