A sad conversation from a man in the back

By Nimbus   

A sad conversation from a man in the back

He speaks low
In melancholy tones of brass

A picture of the darkest bloom amidst a dim light

The waning moon

He speaks louder and i begin to see the flower
Faded but glowing

Wilted yet growing

A rose in between life and death
Clinging to life but enjoying the decay

The conversation stops

His words fade
A picture of the moon and tones of brass remain

At last i see it

Lost lovers enjoying decay

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Reminiscent of two people who loved each other the best they knew how. The magic, pain, pleasure, and darkness of their relationship.