Grave Rose

In caressing gentleness

She stands

Within the silence of morbidity,

Singing a hymn to the lost;

The dying souls,

To morbid and helpless calls,

In tears of mourning hearts

Enclaved within the blue and grey

Of Death,

Decay.

Black garments of Grief

Among glorious graves;

The roaring echoes of the brave.

Spears, swords and shields

Of Glory that never yields.

From blood planted in battlefields,

Blossoms thrive

Beyond the ashes,

Beyond the epitaphs,

Sorrows,

Ends,

Beyond all their whipping lashes

Breaking all impediments.