In the silence where angels once walked, Where footsteps of mortals have faded, One purple rose blooms in defiance— Your beauty, unbroken, unshaded.
The serpent has slithered away, His whispers dissolved in the wind, And Adam's descendants have crumbled To dust where their stories begin.
But here in this garden forgotten, Where thorns crown the memory of trees, You stand like a violet flame Dancing wild in the ghost of a breeze.
Your petals hold twilight and starlight, Deep purple as bruises of night, While Eden lies barren around you— You are darkness that blazes with light.
The rivers have dried to remember, The fruit trees bear only their scars, Yet you are the poem that remains When the garden has emptied of stars.
No serpent to tempt, none to fall, No paradise left to defend— Just beauty that blooms in the ruins, A purple rose world without end.
In this graveyard of innocence lost, Where silence has swallowed the songs, Your beauty persists like a secret That to no one and everyone belongs