Red

The thorns still grow and kill him slow The rose still shows him how she glowed A queen of red, she once had been When their love young was seventeen An evil, she saw but in his face And starts to fade, without a trace Afraid, he grabs her with the stem And kissed her body like a gem Her body broke, the stem was slack He weeps to see his Queen turned black.. The thorns still prick and kill him slow The rose still shows him how she glowed He grabs her still, she'll change he hopes With all the thorns still deep engrossed He awaits the day her thorns would shed, She'll wipe his tears transforming red..