Red and Black

Red and Black

A Poem by Rose of Gondor

The wine stain on your jacket looks too much like blood
And the downward curve of your mouth reminds me of roses.
Your words are thorns in my pride,
And your love ignites the air.
The flames dance easily on my tongue,
And together, my idealism and your self-destruction
Makes the perfect gunpowder. 
But I play too idly with the fire,
And red is the color of your soul,
When I burn the forest down.

You burst through the ash clouds,
Eyes ablaze with some sort of light.
I knew I was digging my own grave,
And I couldn't have kept you away if I'd tried.
I didn't want to tarnish the sun,
But I couldn't wipe the stupid smile off my face
When your fingers wrapped around mine.
And first tendrils of dawn crept into the darkness;
Neither of us turned away. 
So we held on fast and waited,
Waited for the light to overtake.

© 2015 Rose of Gondor

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Rose of Gondor
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Added on May 16, 2015
Last Updated on May 16, 2015


Rose of Gondor
Rose of Gondor

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