The hand of night
Holds a beating heart
Trapped in love
A painful time
Stretching from
Loves bitter stain
Upon the soul
Of lifes sweet pain.
A rose of red
With stabbing thorns
Blood to flow
Upon the storms
Of battles wave
To ebb and flow
It is the way
Of life we know.
Midnight weeps
With tired eyes
A burning lamp
A devout shrine
To worship that
Which slips away
A turning page
Its words to stray.