Bitter Sweet
Isn't it strange how all things that are sweet have a tinge of bitterness in them? Listed here in this art are a few peculiarities that can drive a mind into a whirlpool of wonder; spiraling into a world of questions - enjoy and please comment!!!
Bitter Sweet
by Merrianeth MerraminBetwixt fair and ghastly apparel, brightness mingled with gloom
Like a treacherous night kissing a lovely day
What evil does nature hide in such a pair?
That all that is named beauty be betrothed to a beast
Oh how I thought of the oxymoron that stares at me in this garden
A bright yellow bee with a sting for a sword
A vine that bears berries of a poisonous kind
And here I pick a rose for it is a beautiful sight to behold
Yet beneath its glamour I bled as I held it
For beneath it lay an evil I overlooked
Thorny is the branch whereupon the rose head sits
What a queer combination I find this to be
That all things should have two sides as a coin
I drink this cup; it is both pleasant and sour
I have found it all to be bitter sweet.
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