By V. Valentine, with a bit of help from Aneni Soren
Some say it is a rose, some say a flame
That burns all day and night, without a pause,
But to me, their remarks are all the same.
I know it is a beast, with iron claws.
I saw her, and the rose did slowly bloom
Within my heart, and I thought all was well.
I did not know that this would spell my doom,
Into the fiery depths of flaming hell.
I saw her every day, and every night
I thought about her even in my sleep.
I wondered if the time, here, now, was right,
I was afraid my feelings were too deep.
The flame was burning, eating at my spirit,
The thorns? Their pain is too small to remember.
I whispered a love song, in hope she'd hear it,
I almost wish the flame would die to ember.
I waited too long. She turned to someone new,
A man I knew, and hated. Claws of steel!
Emotions, screaming, tore me through and through,
So I decided, simply, not to feel.
I built a wall of ice around my mind,
My spirit was encased in a cocoon
Woven of dark, and night, things of the kind
That in the light do vanish all too soon.
It numbed my pain, although I paid a price,
(A price too great for any man to pay.)
Because of walls of iron and of ice,
My love has vanished, stolen, flown away.
I could not protect the one for me,
So I was cursed, destroyed, ruined, defiled!
And in my dreams and nightmares, all I see
Is my love, mourning for her child.
Some say it is a flame, some say a rose,
A waterfall of kindness, the wind's breath,
This is not true. Listen to one who knows:
Love is pain, and all it brings is death.