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A kiss of perfection and sharp thorns around he’s neck is what he felt.
Passionate fires of emotion but under the tremendous heat, the good would melt.
A stare brings power and pleasure but only to cover a sea of pain
This long awaited sight is but a mirage in the desert and no hope of rain.
A touch, to alleviate the pain and make way, for cold torture.
A soft sweat voice to serenade the soul, on its way for the slaughter.
At it’s sent he’s mind and body surrender all shields and swords
And a skipped heart beat is justified by a row of broken cords.
True love is his strength and weakness But when loves snows.
Suddenly the truth is set alight and now he’s spirit knows.
Because now his eyes became larger and the false light that she shines can be seen
And her foot steps speak of where the dark rose has been.
When the night rises the rose is abloom and the night is her puppet for doom,
A light shines from her eyes and the light hits the gloom on he’s grave in tomb.
The kings’ knight now reduced by the dark rose, to a dead slave
And she is compared to a kiss from a rose on a grave
