|Black Roses and Broken Heart
Author: LydeaBlaze PM
Nyra's Poem from when she lost Kludd and has his final ceremony. She burns, what are now dead, roses that were given to her.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Nyra - Words: 346 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-21-12 - id: 8545088
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Black Roses and Broken Heart
Love is a weapon against my heart,
seeing as it has left me broken.
I was the wife ever since my adulthood start,
seeing as I have only realised since being awoken.
Now, it is time to let another of my spouses go.
He met his end when his spine had snapped.
When I had held him one last time, I thought it wasn't so.
Being dripped on by my tears while in my wings he was wrapped.
A bouquet of roses,
were once alive and red.
Were once sweet smells to anyone's noses.
Now they are just dark and dead.
Where did these decaying roses come from?
From my last spouse, Kludd.
The day I received these was our wedding, they looked like a red pom-pom.
Now all that is left of both is decaying roses and my husband was dead in the mud.
They day of his Last Ceremony has come.
I hold in my claw the decaying flowers.
There was sadness in some,
the sadness even hit me with its powers.
When the bones are burned,
I threw the decaying roses in.
For one last hug I now yearned,
at least some synthesise, especially Quinn.
Kludd's legacy is our son, Nyroc.
He is a good boy and he will be a Pure One soon.
His heart as hard and strong as a rock,
he will probably have his tupsi in the coming moon.
As Elanore and I stare into the fire,
she looks to me and says "Are you alright, my lady?"
I replied "love and concurring was the only desire."
She then replies "It will be alright, my lady."
She then gives me a hug,
and tears fall from my eyes.
I really will miss being with the ambitious lug.
Keeping a straight face is more like lies.
I still have one last rose that was given to me.
I just hand it to Lira.
Then when it burns, it is a sore sight to see.
I will have to get over it as I am Nyra.