• A vase sitting so still
    So calm, so peaceful
    A figure appear from the door
    Stepping ever so carefully

    Ruby red lips
    Face so pale
    Spirit so pure
    Eye's reddened

    Tears rolling down her face
    In her grasp a pure white rose
    Black dress flowing with her movements
    Towards the moon bathed vase

    Weeping in sorrow
    Graceful and quiet
    Rose pricking at her hands
    Until finally

    The rose sat in the vase
    The figure vanishing from sight
    Weeping, Weeping
    As dawn light flowed in...

    The rose sat there
    Darkening
    With each drop of light
    The white rose withered

    Until finally
    It was black as the night sky
    Loosing petals, Dying
    Until death do we part

    The rose was nothing more
    Then a rotted stem
    Inside the vase
    Until it's life ended