A bleeding rose
Froze to a memory in the dusk
The end game of love
Seeping essence of pain
Sucked from mouth to mouth
Roses do not bloom in the apple orchard
Were good and evil dwell
The snow is thick
The lilting tune of an old carol half sung
Blurs in the fog
One night,
A kill
A heart be mourns the demise of a dream
A wreath of plain white roses
Decays on a hearse
A hymn chocks in the throat
The baby slept well in a frozen womb
Refusing to be born
A starless night followed
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