O Gods I Beseech you
What have I done...

Rose of great beauty
stinging thorns piercing the hand...

What words cannot express
The heart yearns to say...

A dark ritual begins this night
Corners called, candles lit...

Born with blade in hand
But Lifes steel is sharp...

Waves crushing against the shore
Taking away beaches beauty...

Once more do I cast mine eyes upon this hollowed...
Still gazing with that same longing as before...

Patient waters rock
relentless waves crashing down...

At last I have found it
That taint that always was there...

Never dancing in the rain
Fearing the lightning...

Always sent to protect you
Me, your little big brother...

Soft petals open
bees pollinating flowers...