When thy rose fell
from the sky on high
One would wonder
why thy rose fell
Who would but throw away a beauty, thy rose.
Looking on high, I but saw
the one who threw down thy fallen rose
And none it be other then a man
A man who is not a man but a monster
who whispers sweet nothings into maidens
ears, gives them fantasy's and tales to hold
The monster-man takes but the rose to the
maidens, to gift their beauty he says
then he leads them to their bed
And places a kiss to their fair head
and then their lips he but steals a kiss
As the passion fills thy maidens they are lost to
the world and the monster-man but takes them
to a world of passion and lust
and when this deed has been done he places a kiss onto thy maiden's neck, through
their flesh he bites and takes their now tainted
virgin blood. From them he takes their soul.
And when he is done he take thy rose
from were it lay on the table, passes to the
window or balcony and throws the once red pure
rose to the ground below.
Here I found thy fallen rose whose petals have
now gone black, but still it holds beauty for now
I must clean as I do every night thy moon goes dark and
the goddess is weak, away with the maiden's body and blood.
For I am bound to keep it hidden, thy secrets
of the moonless nights, the blood of maiden's that run.
For I am nothing more then a cursed rose, forever bound
to bloom on moonless nights.