Dark Morn

Red roses grew upon summer's doom

and white satin nether

A scarlet tear, releases her fear

and glove picking dust of a feather

and on, and on, so forth

 

So forth we go, and time standing where

hell freezes the tundra

The onward march, the sniffling noses

shuffles the leaves and bygone roses

smothered white gloves, darken

 

Darkness and brightness following morn

and again, and again, morn follows mourn

While the crimson tear,

releases her

wrest.