Where Roses Weep
Cordelia Cross
Dec 27, 2023 01:32
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In shadows deep, where roses weep,
A tale unfolds, in darkness steeped.
A beauty fair, a beast so dire,
A twisted dance of fate's cruel lyre.
Beneath the moon's pale, mournful gaze,
The petals fall in somber haze.
Yet in this gloom, a spark remains,
A love that thrives despite the chains.
A beauty once, with grace untold,
Now trapped within a castle cold.
Her visage marred, by curses cast,
A haunting echo of a beauty past.
The beast, a creature of the night,
With fur as black as endless fright.
His eyes, two orbs of endless pain,
Reflecting storms, a torrential rain.
Within the halls, where silence reigns,
The beauty walks in ghostly chains.
Her voice, a whisper in the breeze,
A symphony of shattered pleas.
Yet in her eyes, a flicker burns,
A flame that in the darkness yearns.
For in the heart of this abyss,
A beauty finds her silent bliss.
The beast, with claws like daggers sharp,
Hides secrets in the shadows dark.
A tortured soul, a shattered frame,
A creature cursed, a beastly name.
Together they waltz in the midnight gloom,
A dance of doom, a love that looms.
For in their union, shadows twist,
A tale of beauty and the beast.
The roses wilt, the moon descends,
As darkness to their fate extends.
A tragic beauty, a love profane,
In the heart of night, they both remain.
