By the temple she stands, as a diminutive child
thorns do pierce her little fingers as she clutches tight
watch the blood drops fall
as the red petals do from her hands

Her eyes are full of sorrow
sorrow for you, knowing
and the roses in her delicate hands
they come free knowing where you're going

She stands there from daybreak
till kissing the night with a bow
don't let her fool you with her persona
for she is a little child of storms

Freely she gives her buds and blooms
each one with her blood laced on the thorns
her name inevitably I do know
but I can not recall for the life of me, for you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris