Beware the Curse

Black ROSES slowly Falling,
ice Demons crashing, calling.
curtain Breezes swirling DUST,
Hatred. Envy. Anger. Lust

Fate has Soured me once more,
Tapping on HIS Hidden door.
that which PLAGUES you Kills me too,
to ALL I see, I say Adieu.

but HE who Stands next to me,
BEWARE the Pain that You shall see.
I don’t EXIST, without Mourn,
Nor you EXIST, left UNTORN.

[Beware how close you stand to me. The curse burns red hot within, waiting to boil up and scar he who wanders too close…]