Under the red moon,
where the black flowers bloom
thou shall lose all will
while many see wonder,
beauty untold;
no one ever notices
the dark corners,
where those who whisper
songs of death
pray for and
someone save us
from the forest floor
Our minds, they have drifted
and ashes, have sifted;
confined to our dark flower buds
that will never bloom,
and where the sun is an illusion,
where happiness and laughter
dare not dwell
save us someone
from the forest floor
A contest entry
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Comments
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Very dark and very simple. Very good! ^w^ I love this poem! Thanks for entering and good luck in contest!!
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