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
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