"Wilting Roses"
By Romania Black
Hey hey! Heard you guys liked "Bring me that Horizon!" THANK YOU for all the reviews! That's the most I've ever gotten! I'm sooooo happy! tears of happiness flow Thank you all! Here's another poem, kind of describing the feelings of Arwen toward becoming mortal. Hope ya like it!
Romania Black
The tides are turning, it has already begun.
The clouds are bent over the dying sun.
My life held in my hands like a fragile rose,
My spirit wrapped around the warrior I love so close.
The leaves are falling, the rain is bitter sweet.
The only thing that remains is my heart I keep.
Erasing the immortality and health from my mind,
I hold only onto the knowledge of my lost of youthful time.
Gazing out, the wind so cold.
The darkness wrapping around me as I hear the words to me told,
"Our time is gone, it is over for us."
The words in my head seem to grow feeble and rust.
He can feel my touch, his tears drip onto my face.
I can feel the growing of his warm embrace.
Holding him tightly, the strength of our loves grows.
Leaving nothing of death, except the wilted piece of a rose.
How was it? I thought it was a bit touching...send in your reviews!!!!! thanx a million!
romania black
By Romania Black
Hey hey! Heard you guys liked "Bring me that Horizon!" THANK YOU for all the reviews! That's the most I've ever gotten! I'm sooooo happy! tears of happiness flow Thank you all! Here's another poem, kind of describing the feelings of Arwen toward becoming mortal. Hope ya like it!
Romania Black
The tides are turning, it has already begun.
The clouds are bent over the dying sun.
My life held in my hands like a fragile rose,
My spirit wrapped around the warrior I love so close.
The leaves are falling, the rain is bitter sweet.
The only thing that remains is my heart I keep.
Erasing the immortality and health from my mind,
I hold only onto the knowledge of my lost of youthful time.
Gazing out, the wind so cold.
The darkness wrapping around me as I hear the words to me told,
"Our time is gone, it is over for us."
The words in my head seem to grow feeble and rust.
He can feel my touch, his tears drip onto my face.
I can feel the growing of his warm embrace.
Holding him tightly, the strength of our loves grows.
Leaving nothing of death, except the wilted piece of a rose.
How was it? I thought it was a bit touching...send in your reviews!!!!! thanx a million!
romania black