silver flower in your hair,
has your unrequited love
been taken and shadowed -
a white rose, past redemption of the soul,
becoming chastely cold -
veil falling - even as Narraboth
sacrifices himself to you
on moon drenched altar
adorned with green flowers,
still fragrant from your kiss.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2018 17:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Written after reading Salomé by Oscar Wilde.
- Category: Fable
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