Dead Roses

The night becomes alive with dead roses,

their essence still in the air

wilted petals still bleed with passion

violins mourn this starry affair.

In the peaceful slumber of the night,

silhouettes quietly appear.

Behind the cobwebs of the fog,

a mist of lavender tears.

Whispers echo in the moonlight,

shadows come alive in the breeze,

dead roses soft as black velvet, 

a wingspan of blackbirds in the trees.

The night becomes alive with dead roses,

but wilted petals still bleed with passion.

©SyberRose

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love never really dies, it just closes itself up upon itself like a dead flower, yet still bleeds...love the concept and the wording...this is my absolute favorite of yours so far.

"a rose will bloom, it then will fade, so does a youth, so does the fairest maid" (romeo and juliet)

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Jacob..and I liked the romeo and juliet verse too...glad you enjoyed:)

[Rita L. Sev]

Such vivid imagery of an affair gone south - you live up to your name, Rose - and use your namesake flower to convey the most interesting images!

[SyberRose]

Well thank you so much Rita...nice of you to say dear...hugs

[quinfinn]

every line in this write exudes brilliant imagery. i have to say that you are giving the established romance writers on this site a run for the money...or more aptly, in your case, a run for the roses!

[SyberRose]

thanks Quin...appreciate your nice comments...glad you enjoyed my words..Rose

[quinfinn]

always a pleasure, Rose

[Sami Khalil]

This one is on the negative side of love but I still like it and the imagery...Well penned...:)

[SyberRose]

Not sure what its about haa...thanks Sami...nice to hear from you tonight.:)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome ...:)