fallen heroes and fallen heroines though sometimes divided
by thought
they're fighters as one and united by cause
the blood of those which have fallen
seeps into the ground
and the ground is soiled by the seepen blood
and a rose is grown on the ground for every fallen one

such a colossal loss of young and old
fighting with will and driven by belief
but not in vain do they fall and bleed
the blood seeps into the very ground they fight for
and roses are grown for every fallen one

the roses are the death of the fallen ones
they bleed there blood and capture the tears of those who
mourn them
they twist among unruly vines
eventually shiver wilt and fall to hell
there they burn in the fires
and rise once again as roses
but roses of a different color -roses of the color black