Come Again

You were a rose, A bleeding rose that projected the night, And stole my soul soundly. You made me feel nothing more than… Minuscule, I was, For you were many miles high As I climbed your stem, Thorns of throat piercing words And sorrowful lust stopped me Momentarily, For I bled, Only to start again. My blood was dark red beauty Only to be compared to your petals Of Evanescing pain. I bled for you, Great rose. As I climbed, I was drained of life, Yet I went on for you, My love, My enemy, My friend. Your massive stem I was unable to climb. Your beauty I was unable to reach, But I will come again.