Red, Silver, Gold, And Black Poem by Jennifer Rose

Red, Silver, Gold, And Black



We always dreaded,
the little drops of red.
From the blade of silver,
on our lover.
Wrapped in a ringed moulde,
was our Gold.
Under a sky so Black,
We shall never turn back.
As the air turned time,
the night turned sublime.
With a gentle hiss,
and a lips kiss.

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