The Oblivion Rose

The moon, she shines, like a shiver in the sky
With the breeze whispering through the trees.
Two lovers beneath the Watchful One’s gaze
Entwined like roses before the phase.
Sweet nothings to each others, only whispers
Then confessing vices during the vespers.
Beholding her beauty, pale skin, hair flaming red
Into her emerald eyes, to her he said,
“My beloved, you grant me such pleasures,
Of those times in the roses, I will treasure.”

So many times he chanted her name
For once a month, he would behold the flames.
Lo, and show him the crimson whore
Welcome her with blood on the floor.
A splendor not meant for mortal eyes
A rose petal treasure between her thighs.
She doth wish only his soul
For the fires down below.
“Cometh to me, you gullible fool,
Into the arms of Oblivion and drool.”