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Rose of Doom

29.10.2002-30.10.2002

2 min lectură·8 decembrie 2003

Mediu

It is the middle of the night

And I sit here not sleeping tight,

Thinking of what I should be doing

Instead of research doing.

For tomorrow I’ll be the subject of a test

And fear I’ll be listened lest.

But as tonight my wish came true, thou

Old witch did not come through,

I have my reasons to believe

That tomorrow… I mean today,

Will be the greatest day.

But I’m afraid of nothing more or nothing less

Then that one person whom with devilishness

Bought my soul for nothing but a flower less.

It will not last, and I, too,

Like the young girl with the tomb,

Will pray with all my godliness

Finished the wall before the downs not be

And so delivered shall I be.

Till then my hart won’t glitter,

My soul will bitter,

For just a rose which soon will whiter.

And if the sun will rise the same,

I will be saved by someone… thee.

You’ll be my guardian angel from the skies,

You’ll bring me peace and bless my eyes.

And if my last salvation can’t be thee,

I’m doomed to die.

In my own deep Hell,

Created from my own well,

Grounded on my fears,

Decorated with my tears.

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Filip Ruxandra. “Rose of Doom.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/filip-ruxandra/poezie/58034/rose-of-doom

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