Under the red moon,
Where the black flowers bloom
Thou shalt lose all will.
And believe the only way out is to kill
The golden sun will show.
And the sad goddesss will go.
The wind will cry.
And death is nigh.
All is not lost.
But what will be the cost?
By Jasmin Carter
Sudden, and filled with feeling. i love the way you have constructed it this is one of the few poems of its kind that i have appreciated.
cost? few black flowers and moon's redness...a write full of feel...and good at it 10
to a lovers unseen eye you write in away that bring peace to persons life. I think this is very open and heart felt, it allows me or who ever that is ready to be able to feel, are own thoughts. who care if I make sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u have a magnificent imagination!