Blackest Rose

English: The black rose is for those who don't...

English: The black rose is for those who don’t can pass through a Wikibreak Svenska: Den svarta rosen är för dom som inte lyckats hålla löftet om att ha en vit vecka. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This forsaken shore
This brittle morn
Where lives were lost
And vows forsworn
We count the cost
Before the dawn
Before the dawn

Such flags were raised
Such plans begun
A birth betrayed
Forgotten son
And all our oaths
Are here undone
Are here undone

The blood we spilled
Like wine consumed
As dirges sung
In darkened rooms
The blackest rose
Awoke and bloomed
Awoke and bloomed

We’ll sing of war
In days to come
Of battles waged
These webs we spun
We hardly cared
What we’d begun
What we’d begun

This deathless place
Where all men fall
Responding loyal
To the call
Is but the ending
Of us all
The ending of us all

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Blackest Rose

  1. Jamie Dedes says:

    Inspired by the times? Sad. 😦

  2. Brian Hughes says:

    I take it you’ve just seen the election results?

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