A Black Rose Sprouted

"Come, kindest steel That speaks blood- songs In cathedrals of the stars- As nigh unto the Infinite Swift Honour takes my soul... Judge not my years too Small a vessel Worlds to full contain- Love's tender iron long swaddled me With Pain my suckling nurse... So poised be now, Salvific blade, There 'pon this beating portal- Enrobed, enthroned, majestic then, Within my bursting heart!" With rallied spirit The thrust's begun! But, Lo! Now's stayed the hand- As shimmers Night into spectral form Of strange dark ornament... Then in tongue that's known the grave, A whispered "Beloved, no..." As fleeting then is gone the shape And a single Black Rose sprouted Where it had stood... Where it had stood.