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The last flower of my garden

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The pain of an immortals heart break

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The last flower of my garden
by sablerose2
sablerose2@sbcglobal.net

 
The last flower of my garden
stolen right from under me.
The last seed from my womb
the last loving bloom, was torn from
me the last of my blood the last
of my love.
My prized flower with love I did
shower, from your first breath to
this horrid death.
I promise you now this town shall
run red!
For without you here to calm the
beast my rage is unleashed.
You were my heart and my soul, now
this world means nothing at all.
The heavens will weep for my pain
is deep, nothing can calm the raving
beast.
I scream to the sky's as bloody tears run
from my eyes!
This thief will pay for stealing you away
for this life cut way to short.
Your bloom was but barely opened, your
petals just starting to show, the beautiful
woman just starting to grow.
My wonderful flower, my beautiful child
my garden is empty the ground is now
barren the last of my line now has fallen.
This broken flower in this dark and dank
place the last look of horror and pain on
your face.
" I say this now, as I swear this vow, their
blood will flow, their death will be slow.
For no one steals from the Blackrose."
On this night Hell did open it's gates and
as I walked into it's welcoming embrace.
The beast is free, the chain is broken but
in truth it was only a token.
Your gentle hand, soft sweet voice was
leash enough to hold me to my human
self.
All is gone, all is dark forever gone is
your vibrant spark never again to hear
your laugh, longing sighs or to see the
loving look in your eyes.
Your were the last flower of my garden
nothing is left your life now is over.
I've nothing left but this blood debt, for
as of this night their life will be forfeit.
May the Gods hide their eyes and be deaf
to their cries for vengeance is mine I swear this
night not one will see the mornings daylight.

 

 
From the rare and
elusive cave rose