Love and Death

Flowers wilting, slow decay,

Death slumber, fade away.

Upon nocturnal twisted time,

Marches hence the devils pride.

Amongst the stench and vibrant fire,

Dwells love of hatred in a falling mire,

A shadow of its former self,

A planet locked without help

The earth divine, her right to be.

A universe of universes who were all born free.

In this realm we all exist.

Waiting, waiting for a kiss.

From the lips of sirens, in the sea,

And the pretty women , whom to be.

I'll ask to taste her perfect lips,

As my eyes on her beauty sips.