A miute past midnight on Halloween's Eve
And I'm burning roses on your grave.
Velvet red roses flaming
Brightly on your grave
Silky petals catching fire
Consumed by licking yellow tounges
That color the dark hour golden
The ghostly smoke rises,
Taking the shape of your face
I fan it away,
Causing ashes to rain down.
A minute past midnight on Halloween's Eve
And I'm burning roses on your grave.
Thirteen Black Magic roses
Combusting into ashes,
Fluttering to your grave.
This offering I've brought for you
Of decimated ruby blossoms
Wilting on the stems clutched in my fists
A torch of sweet smelling blooms
Casting shadows of the tears on my cheeks.
Smouldering masses of crackling thorns
The bouqet falls from my hand.
A minute past midnight on Halloween's Eve
And I'm burning roses on your grave
Withered brambles of blackened buds
My last tribute to you as
I'm burning roses on your grave.
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