Silence of Heaven

So red the rose a crimson divinity Thorns sharp cruel dangerous Crush the petals so gently, so soft Thorns are long, how they prick thee A rare fragrance of delicate tones Eyes as black as Sable's ink, see A so razor keen like murder myth and miracles The deeper you cut harder you are to hold Rose thorns born deep death reeks thorns driven grave to the heart of sin In Flesh n Bone where blood is born Rare dark deep shades secrets keep of crimson shadowed and spawn Hue the shade of crimson ichor The Blood of Life The Blood of Sacrifice A bloody firstborn Runs on burnt Crosses and Rosary ironic is the Rose crimson a Delicate sound blood-born sharp of thorn Life races through your veins, reflex a flash of the unknown, crimson, and onyx Just like you a dark secret entity so like death are you Crucifixion n entropy The razor sliver sharp keen n new born upon the wing of ravened claws I see preludes to Doom Dominions and Damnation it bleeds, it breaks your visions into ruddy muddy puddles Hollow be thy name Profane is your humanity, a burning crown Secret Heart in the Silence of Heaven Where a rare rose grows and bloom A rose so rare a deep dark shade of Crimson So rare the rose dusky is the tones The delicate sound of distant thunder, Doomed. bleed upon thy holy grounds, Sacred Your thorns are so sharp they cut Darkness is your language Crimson is your color Deep is your power Onyx and Crimson about your light flickers, Images reflect, Thoughts retract Roses and Thorns So Red the rose of your crimson divinity Thorns sharp and long cut so keen Crush the petals so gentle A thorn so long sharp and keen A mortal death comes upon crimson wings