Flower petals litter the floor,
a plush multi-coloured carpet,
scented and silky.

He loves me ...
... he loves me not.

Black rose petals rain down,
the heavens open up and let
loose a deluge of rose scented
death as the Reaper himself
stands upon the black silky rug.

In his hand, a single black rose,
extended in offering. A simple
gesture to signify so much more.

She sits there in repose and
wonders how love could
penetrate that soulless one,
that heartless Reaper ...

Curosity must be sated!

She accepts the offer, grasping
the rose, its thorns dig deep.
Upon the floor of petals she
bleeds, staining them red with life.

A kiss of his lips to seal the
wounds and leaving her married,
in love, to Death.

For the Reaper's cold touch
warmed her skin and granted
lost dreams for eternity's sigh
as she gasped for life.

Black petals rained down from the sky. Flower petals litter the floor,
a plush multi-coloured carpet,
scented and silky.

He loves me ...
... he loves me not.

Black rose petals rain down,
the heavens open up and let
loose a deluge of rose scented
death as the Reaper himself
stands upon the black silky rug.

In his hand, a single black rose,
extended in offering. A simple
gesture to signify so much more.

She sits there in repose and
wonders how love could
penetrate that soulless one,
that heartless Reaper ...

Curosity must be sated!

She accepts the offer, grasping
the rose, its thorns dig deep.
Upon the floor of petals she
bleeds, staining them red with life.

A kiss of his lips to seal the
wounds and leaving her married,
in love, to Death.

For the Reaper's cold touch
warmed her skin and granted
lost dreams for eternity's sigh
as she gasped for life.

Black petals rained down from the sky. Flower petals litter the floor,
a plush multi-coloured carpet,
scented and silky.

He loves me ...
... he loves me not.

Black rose petals rain down,
the heavens open up and let
loose a deluge of rose scented
death as the Reaper himself
stands upon the black silky rug.

In his hand, a single black rose,
extended in offering. A simple
gesture to signify so much more.

She sits there in repose and
wonders how love could
penetrate that soulless one,
that heartless Reaper ...

Curosity must be sated!

She accepts the offer, grasping
the rose, its thorns dig deep.
Upon the floor of petals she
bleeds, staining them red with life.

A kiss of his lips to seal the
wounds and leaving her married,
in love, to Death.

For the Reaper's cold touch
warmed her skin and granted
lost dreams for eternity's sigh
as she gasped for life.

Black petals rained down from the sky.