Sinister rose

I must admit
All history was behind me
The waning sun and the blood red sea
Stories of romantic knights
Leaving their weeping ladies
Never to return
The same.

And so it was

When I felt those deep eyes on me
Pushed by a passion unknown
I floated on breathless feet
To those impossible possibilities
The promise of enchanted lands.
The dark lights danced beneath her brow
And I watched in strange fascination
As she gestured with her beautiful fingers
And in her hands bloomed
A sinister rose.