• crimson rose held so dear
    i have not but you to fear
    the bloody knife my heart dost hold
    compare it not to this crimson rose
    ever so gently it lies upon my breast
    it gave me not my last request
    a pool of red upon my floor
    this is all, it left nomore
    crimson rose made red by choice
    using color for thy voice
    thy blood-stained petals shine a tear
    for the fate thou hast made clear
    dearest rose art thou so cruel
    that thou hast taken me for thy fool
    to intervene my life-long plan
    to place this dagger within my hand
    my crimson rose dearest of all
    thou hast answered my life's last call
    thy deathly blow hast struck thy mark
    thy sharpest thorn hath pierced my heart
    the pain thou caused now shall end
    against thy petals my soul shall mend
    sweet angel-forged rose thou hast taken thy toll
    with the sharpest of thy thorns thou hast stolen my soul
    darkness now sets upon my life
    my heart now silenced by thy knife
    and upon that heart forever posed
    sets alone my dearest rose