Hero picks up his weapon
He looks at his opponents
Chocolate; Black Lips
Makes a dash through the gas
Fighting till his very last
Poison means death
I hold my breathe
Oh God don’t die!
Mask on his face he takes
Even though knowing his fate
Sword slashes into the head,
His enemy is slain.
Alas I come up and look into his face.
I smile knowing his fate.
“You have saved me. The war is over.-
-Now I shall reward you with a kiss”
He replies saying, “You are the black rose! ”
My eyes close and I smile.
He stands up and cusses.
“Time runs short.”
I open my eyes
The glasses off…
I see bewitched green eyes
Breathe taken
I was shocked
“You, you are the-”
Quickly silently
He takes my face
Tilts it up
Black lips, red blood
Poison, death;
Sweet chocolate
I grab the mask,
Black lips…
His heart pounds twice
Red Blood…
Loving touch
Poison…
I give him one last hug
Death…
I stand over him now
A dark soft tear falls
I dare not lick my lips,
For fear of sweet chocolate.
~Katrin Philips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem