The Black Rose

A sense of hidden faith has forged my will
Leading me down this path of righteousness
A shimmering garden under the frozen twilight
Capturing the essence of forgotten sorrows

With a dark robe donned, I was slowly walking
Carrying in both hands my tainted rose
Casting another petal with each step taken
They drop with elegance to the dirt stone road
Fortifying the gardens to embellish the night...

The rose’s thorns will draw blood here and there
The red roams free among the disjointed petals
It leaks through my hands and down the long stem
Never dropping below onto the fluent path

I shed crystal tears in thought of my memories
They leak from my mind as my steps grow nearer
Feeling more ravaged as I moved along the path
I sense the conclusion to this portentous journey
Watching petals diminish on the darkened rose...

I grasped my last sentiments with the strength I had
Wondering if I was designated to this peculiar road
But I felt an eerie dissonance enter my jaded ears
My body now enraptured, my soul discontinued

The gardens that surround grow darker with anger
Stones grow jagged and cracked with reverence
My anxious eyes gaze down at my morbid hands
Watching the black rose’s petals belittle in shadow
But regrettably I lack the fortitude to ponder...

The climactic moment I’ve waited for has come at last
I clutched the final petal and tossed it before me
A dark figure appears, to jab his scythe to my torso
The overwhelming darkness consumes the fatal scene

I’ve picked apart the rose that I’ve always held dear,
Only to be swept into another journey at hand...

In my unblemished hands lay a fine crimson rose,
And before my eyes lay a dirt road to paradise...

~Lidless Eye