Where Flowers Bloom

Where Flowers Bloom

In the depths where shadows lie,

A heart of steel, intricately grieved,

Engravings whisper tales of old,

Of love and loss, both fierce and bold.

Surrounded by roses, crimson and bright,

Their petals, like passion, bleed into night,

Each drop a secret, a longing sigh,

In the still of the dark, where echoes lie.

Symbols dance in an ancient ring,

Runes of the mystic, a haunting sting,

They speak of magic, of fate unsealed,

Of hearts in turmoil, their truth revealed.

A gothic heart beats beneath the glow,

A testament to sorrows only lovers know,

In the embrace of love’s cruel spell,

Roses and runes in a shadowy swell.

So let the metal shine, let the petals bleed,

For in this union, the heart will lead,

Through the paths of desire, let shadows play,

In the haunting beauty of night and day.