Human Roses

Watch now, the beautiful Darkness, 

drip down in her evening gown- 

hovering like a goddess, glistening 

with her moonlike crown 

atop the hair of curling ebony

glittered with stars in numbers wealthy,

eternity and everything 

in the eyes of Darkness prevailing~ 

Sigh, knowing 

always 

safety in that nightly comfort- 

not lasting till the day! 

We are like human roses 

ugly to someone 

and art to others, 

there is no difference 

between fires and flowers 

for they both 

breathe and 

burn 

in souls in 

Darkness. 

Yearn.