Engraved in a stone, fallen to ruins,

Your image keeps haunting my dreams.

Knowing no reason, yet knowing a purpose,

Silently sliding through the dried evergreens.



The skies are dark as the heart in my chest,

The falling rain resembles my blood.

Flowing like river, blended with poison,

Extracted from a black rose's bud.



White as the sun, fierce as the winter,

I stand, my roots are deep in the ground.

Awaiting my doom - a sweet kiss of death,

From the one to whom I was bound.