Oh sacrad flower that bleeds red

Come to me and speak of the dead

While flowers wither

And the living shall fall

I bade, come hither

And tell of all

The darkness in the courtyard

Consumed by hate

Draw but one card

And find they fate

Thoust lord has risen and with light dark falls

In the full moon thine lord calls

He speaks of angels and the demons ye fear

All he asks of you “shed thine tear”

“Thine tear is our future

And with everything else

Thine eyes have been such red

And our fate dies with thine self”

-C. Leslie