The stain of the Rose

One drop in a rainy day
And the tears are led astray
In the mist of the autumn light
Amid the rose garden of delight

So the red stained the ground
Over the nature that goes around
In cycles of vicious darkness
Over decades of loneliness

As blood it has involved the streams
At the movements of the screams
And the green turns in crimson
As steel forged in brimstone

There the river slowly flow
Where the weight takes its tool
The thorns carved the side
In the river of my pride

Upon a crown of thorns I lay
In the spell of my dismay
Embraced in a bed of roses
In that breath that gradually closes…