Winter Rose.
Your eyes, they glisten and take hold warmpth and comfort
Your voice, harsh, but yet calming when hearts are broken
Your hair, as silver as the snow itself
Your face, so tenderly soft
Your secrets, so confining within your heart and mind
Your thoughts, compassionate, and kind
Your smile, brings hope, along with joy
Winter roses.
They lay upon the ground with beauty,
but yet with sadness.
For it is you thats lays under their beauty.
Away from life, and away from me.
If the snow is so soft and beautiful, then why must it be cold and harsh
in memory of Abel Nightroad
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The heart, with permanent scars,
The body with haunted marks,
To Atone for the mortal sins
Must you walk the dark path again today?