Melancholy Rose

Thorns be welcome to the 

Blood of Melancholy Rose

Skin both pale and painted by the
Graphics of her prose

Appetites for darkness 

Pouring slurry into light

Loneliness surrounding Rose
Fed the black to night

Bracing for each season of the

Time she pays the toll

Sleeping just a respite to a

Fury in her soul

Victim to fates choosing

Computations for her life

Crushed by rock of ages and

A Damiclean knife

Hope a thing of beauty

Understood yet all askew

As the tunnel into twilights

Bitter madness comes to view

Screaming to the blindness like

A dragon on the lance

Death among the shadows

Born again in every dance

Battered by the breakers
On the rocks of her own shore

Terrors twisted whirlwind
Comes a horseman to the door

Never certain of an outcome
Favored only by the odds

Rose rides her race through chaos
Thoughts of winning to her gods

-Hermit King-

For Dani