Disclaimer : I do not own Sweeney Todd : The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, or anything associated.
.:. Graveyard Blossoms .:.
As life withers and beauty fades
Light must don its darkened shades
Perfection shatters with shields of glass
Smiles crack open to let laughter pass
Realization, with its mocking blows
Spreads truth out, so all shall know
Iron locked pleasure with a poisonous key
Hidden well, for no lost man to see
Plastic promises of proportions made
All but unrest, to the grave are laid
Remove every trace of all that's sugar and sweet
Cold hands must shake as dark eyes must meet
Daisy petals painted red,
Once alive, now are dead
Take bitter love, a sun-drenched flower
Crush its petals, one on each hour
With each death, let the truth fall like rain
Though with every gesture, he's no longer sane
These scarlet hands that twist and maim
Force neglected silver to fall short of fame
Author's Note : I adore writing poetry, while I might not necessarily be good at it. This is just a short poem inspired by Sweeney Todd, telling part of its story. Usually people need to read my poems a few times to understand them, but I hope this is more straight-forward.
From what I've seen, poems don't usually get many reviews, but I would appreciate them here, more than with my writing. I feel more vulnerable in this area, so I would either like to know if I can improve, what I did write, or if I should never write poetry again haha.
Thank you for reading.