Broken Valentine Poem by Satan's Sibling

Beauty lay in wreck,
As the full moon hangs in the air,
Like a silver balloon,
Forever watching the earth below.

A bouquet of roses,
Lay scattered upon the soil,
With the many footprints,
Of those who have walked over them.

The stench of decay has enveloped the sweet nothingness,
Of the red roses,
That flow on the demon wind,
Like a million drops of blood being splattered on the wall.

A box of chocolates,
Melted into the rocks,
Covering them like the mud that echoes around the landscape,
And the Golden hair flows lifeless in the wind of chaos.