Thornless Roses and Flaming Ice

The pyre dims and a frosted wind blows

Planting a chill within a dormant heart

Cursed to sing of only its own woes

A divided chorus, seemingly held apart


Held aloft in suspension by ignorance

Frosted winds blowing and blood flowing

Silence wrapped, no words to mince

A silent song that no heart will sing


Death reduced to numbers passing by

Acts of love reduced to money that is sent

Misery a memory of those who die                                  and are forgotten

Is this truly the life we were meant?

Thornless roses and flaming ice

Left in a room with a pair of dice

Everyone will choose whether to roll

Or wane amongst the wailing chorus of the broken soul