Philip

It's best if you figure it out for yourselves!

It rises by morning

And bleeds by fall

Leaving a residue of serenity

That is set ablaze by dawn

 

Yet the whispers of truth

Still linger within the mist

The air is rotten with sin

That no one dares to resist

 

The sacred pool of scarlet innocence

Darkened without love or joy

Had nutured the only flower

That bloomed into a boy

 

A warm hue of honey

Rippled in his eyes

Brewing a potion of fortitude

That glazed his white lies

 

His hair fluttered with grace

With head full of arrogance

His tongue savoured a weakness

But his words danced with elegance

 

His voice felt seductive

Fruity and silk,

His lips burned with passion

And his skin was soft as milk

 

With long blonde curls

And a neck polished with pearls

He stared into his reflection

At the radiant, young girl

Author's Note

This is my first ever poem so don't judge me <3