Halloween Poem #3

Rose's Thorn
by Michael Romani

The rose's thorn bled it's blood
Chosen to drag my soul through the mud
Clever thought I in the transparency
Lost in its morbid transcendency

Condemned to the darkened dust
Struggling in parlance as I must
Formidable as a dancer of danger
Forever lost in the eyes of strangers

Nerves shattered lost within the wheel
The cycle turns until the point of still
The shock and horror of a swift blade drawn
A vicious beauty always overcomes brawn

It's in the world's defilement that we are lost
With so very few realizing the truth of cost
And whose to say who it is that is the wrong
In this world where we must learn to be strong

Unkempt he was and drunk as barstool lush
She promised her ways with enchanted blush
Who was to blame if her ways were cruel
With a twist of her blade all he does is drool

(c) October 3, 2019  Michael Romani
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