Thy Door be shut
Thy Door be close
Opened but
Just for a Rose
A Rose of Red
A Rose of Mine
From which it bled
A Love so fine
A Love in Night
A Love so Black
That without Light
It starts to lack
Love in shade
Born not in dawn
Shall start to fade
And soon be gone
So Sun be brought
And Moon be hid
For Joy I sought
And Hate I rid
Thy Door be shut
Thy Door be close
Opened but
Not for thy Rose















Comments
O.o I think I might try to illustrate this one in spare time.
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