An Evening For Flowers

Its that time of the Sunwalk, When the angled shadows sway. And sway they did, like Angels do, Under shaded Vales far away. But far below the Cherry Sun, A carriage trundles along. It bounces on the stones below, Like a ship trapped in a storm. And oh it falls like a Ship run aground, As the wilting Evening dies. Flowers broken fall like rain, From the cart who groans and cries. A Rose, she saw from her field beyond, The falling flowers hoarded. But fell in love, with one she did, The Lily as he unboarded. And lo, her heart went out to him, She stepped out of her ground. Her tremulous legs carried her far, as she kissed the Lily down. But all she felt were lifeless petals, Of the Lily for whom she had fallen. As the darkness veils the Ruby fields, On their graves, the Snow had fallen.

Vanity: You are no Fairytale

The Debut: The hearts you place in your eyes are deceivingly sublime. Stop those claws from the pearl of your skin. Take instead the bite of your lips to make accounts of the smiles you receive (ignore the pity). Wear it like badges upon your chest, but on your wrist. The Silent Ball: The pallor of your skin is not envied, Belle. The horrors of your nights are not hidden, and yet not horrifying. The whispers that ring your bells and shake your tea cups isn't gossiping Jealous, and the white room isn't encased in rose thorns (bending in coquette curiosity). The Fall of the Midnight Hour: Hence to your image in the ripples of the lake, and just as humble humility comes - it comes too late. The rose petals have fallen and the frozen pool has stolen your image. Hiding it in copious dew. --- Hello Everyone. This isn't a poem. And probably doesn't make sense to a lot. It just, wove out you could say as I wrote on a page: I have nothing to write...it began writing itself. So, much love. I remember you all, so come out of the shell to say hello. -Rachel