Come Closer

 

Silence beckons you.

Come closer,

Come closer.

The moon will shed its blood for you,

A serenade of music.

Red roses from the ground shall break.

The thorns and petals call to you,

Their voices mixing in the music.

Come closer,

Come closer.

Flowers of pain, yet beauty and love,

Roses give way to pure snow.

White as angel’s wings,

Soon black as tar.

Gone innocence and happiness.

I do not need your forgiveness.

I do not need your roses.

I do not need your music.

Come closer,

Come closer.

I shall jump in the water,

Blue and deep.

Play in the fire,

Red and hot.

Yet you call to me,

Come closer,

Come closer.

I do not need your forgiveness.

I do not need your roses.

I do not need your music.

Come closer,

Come closer.

Author's Note

Another poem. I'm not looking for a review in anything paticular.