Turn Your Agony to Roses

Placed a crown, on her head
"Be my Queen," was what he said
Blood rushed, black as dead,
Wilting poison from her head

Sweet serene breath,
Cold as death,
From her lips,
"To be mine, you have to turn my agony to roses."

And he, he took her hands,
Fumbling fingers,
Every part must touch
And everything is not much
Whispering, caressed her ear,
"Anything for you my dear,"

Deadly crown,
Venemous poison
Rapturing voices,
His coy smile, deathly choices

Posion green, consumes her crown
In his arms, she will drown
Cries forlorn, on his shirt
"You cannot turn my agony to roses,"
Was what she said, clapsing hands
Soon she's dead

Uncurling flower, wilts and bleeds
On her body, he shall feed

Teeth on neck,
Lips on eyelashes,
Shattering agony, fragments of tears
Raptor lives on endless fears

Trembling lips,
Whispered words, drifting at her ear
Words that she shall never hear

Demented darkness,
Revolting light
Woman soundless, consumed in the white
Demons creeping through the door,
His eyes glow red, wanting more

Crown clattering to the floor
Blood from his mouth, blood clings on teeth
Smooths her hair, ever so brief
Man smiles, speaks, as the story closes
"I turned your agony to black roses."