A mourning dove above a tree
Sings the saddest elegy.
And far beyond the midnight sky
A burning star begins to die.
I lie now in bed
Off to the world beyond dreams
Joyous thoughts in my head
Though nothing is what it seems.
The souls underground
Play an ominous sound
While in a vacant room,
Red roses bloom.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
A mourning dove above a tree
Sings the saddest elegy.
And far beyond the midnight sky
A burning star begins to die.
I lie now in bed
Off to the world beyond dreams
Joyous thoughts in my head
Though nothing is what it seems.
The souls underground
Play an ominous sound
While in a vacant room,
Red roses bloom.
