poetry writing-english

                                                        A thorned Rose at Midnight's end

                                               Look beneath thy coffin, beneath thy rose.
                                               And see thy beautiful clouds of the world's Midnight.
                                               Feel the anger when thy glory's overdose.
                                               Sealed in a chamber, full with hatred and fright.

                                               Thy woman's smile can never be dull.
                                                Happy, by thy words I must bestow upon.
                                               Thy heart's darkness pierces through my skull.
                                                Sad, by thy love that doesn't turn me on.

                                               My love to thee can never be perished.
                                               When her face is shining over the moon's pure light
                                                Though thy love to me has vanquished.
                                                As we played our emotions through the night.

                                                Her highness thy drag men to their own likes
                                                Like when a thorned rose appears when Midnight strikes.