Rose Red's Poem

Oh, Give us this Day,
Our Blood’s lust dream.
To feel, To Cope,
To Flounder, To scheme.

For in that Field
are certain
All Poppies
Are not what They seem.

Keenest thou Lover
(Look pale) Oh the Blush so Fair!
And Drink my good Sir
To thoust Vehement Care.

But above all things,
my loveliest Pear,
Remember my scheme
These things for it sings
Thoust flakier Stare

Keep, Reap.
Dark Dove
And Weep to Bare!


.......I don't know...got bored...need sleep......

I dedicated this to all those I whole dear!

and Sleep tight, dark prince!