As the petals fell through her fingers
as she clutched onto the thorny stems
and as the blood dripped down her wrist
she did collapse and started to cry

The rose she held was tainted with poison
and the sting on her fingertips
made the pale moon spout tears
her love and honour cut a new democracy

She was sane once before she loved the rose
the coal that time despises, she drops to the floor
this last of summers roses faded to black
and her confession is all they ask for, as they stretch her on the rack

But she of charity and faith, will do what all must do
she will stay in silence, tortured in vile violence
yet her lips are sealed to protect the lamb
and as was told a thousand years ago, and she understands

She is the blood red rose
the forgiveness of mankind
the child of love
she is Christ's rose and time

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)