Amorous Afflictions

A white table, Adorned
By red roses.
And two wine glasses,
By a chamber stick.

The scent of roses,
Choked the air around,
As it’s petals veiled thorns,
Who hushed a familiar pain.

As the melancholy of love,
Reverberated behind closed doors,
The table cloth turned red
Drenched in a lady’s blood.