DEATH Poem: Blood Lily, by Tara Veljkovic

She was a whisper carried by the breeze,
A secret that brought me to my knees,
A beauty that the dark could not contain,
A porcelain doll with a crimson stain.

She moved among the blooms so fair,
A field of flowers, unaware,
That shadows crept with silent feet,
Where dark and light would someday meet.

Her lips, like roses freshly bloomed,
A touch of red in twilight’s gloom.
She plucked the flowers, her gentle hands,
Creating beauty where she stands.

Her touch, met the petals there,
Each one a dream, a tender, silent prayer.
But then, a thorn, cruel, hidden blade,
Drew blood from her skin, her purity frayed.

The crimson flowed, a river of sin,
As she brought her finger to lips so thin.
The blood, it stained those lips so fair,
A kiss from death, but did she care?

And in the shadows, I did stay,
My hunger grew as night took day.
Secrets hid in the gathering gloom,
As my desire bloomed, a poisonous plume.

She touched the blood with lips so red,
And with every drop, my hunger fed.
A fevered dream that clouded my mind,
A craving that left reason behind.

The field was her stage, where innocence played,
But in my mind, her purity decayed.
She was a flower, soft, tender, and true,
And I was the thorn, that in darkness grew.

The night thickened, a blanket of dread,
As I watched her, thoughts twisting in my head.
There’s a thin line between love and hate,
Between desire and a darker fate.

The boundary blurred, twisted, entwined,
Between the lover’s heart and the killer’s mind.
She was my light, my sweet, deadly muse,
Yet in her beauty, my sanity I’d lose.

She never knew I walked behind,
A ghost within her restless mind.
I lingered where her thoughts would stray,
A friend she’d lose along the way.

Did she feel my gaze, my burning need?
Did she sense the darkness, my sinful creed?
She was a dream where innocence lay,
Yet the beast inside began to prey.

But oh, the line, it grew so thin,
Between my love and deadly sin.
I followed her with every breath,
A dance of life, a waltz with death.

Her beauty, pure, it held me tight,
Yet in my heart, a dark delight.
For in the corners of her eye,
She saw me, yet she passed me by.

She was the dawn, and I the dusk,
Her innocence, my soul’s dry husk.
But love, it twisted in my veins,
A love that soon would turn to chains.

I followed close, as night grew deep,
Her breathing slow, she fell asleep.
The blossoms bowed where shadows spread,
As moonlight danced around her bed.

Was it love, or was it more?
A shadow that devoured the light I bore?
There I remained, where storms were born,
A love once pure, now bitter and worn.

She woke to see my shadowed face,
Her eyes, like stars, began to trace
The fear, the love, the darkened truth,
The end of innocence, the end of youth.

My hands, they trembled at her side,
I traced her form, where innocence died,
And in that moment, pure and wild,
I saw the devil in a child.

I whispered softly in her ear,
“My love, my life, my darkest fear.”
She smiled, a knowing, twisted thing,
A joy that made my cold heart sing.

For in that moment, she was mine,
Her blood, her breath, her lips divine.
We danced beneath the midnight sky,
Two souls bound, yet doomed to die.

Where darkness wraps and shadows grieve,
The night harbors what we both believe.
For love and hate, they intertwine,
A fate that’s neither yours nor mine.

And in the field where flowers bloom,
Where innocence met darkened doom,
Her laughter haunts the winds that sigh,
A love that never said goodbye.

For in love, there’s a darkness that lies in wait,
A hidden desire, a sinister fate.
And as I watched her, the lines blurred and bent,
Between the passion of love, and the torment of intent.

Tara Veljković