In this valley of thorns
A single rose sways in the dark wind,
As loud as a horn.
Gleaming thorns only allowed to fend,
Fend everything near,
Protecting their shining knight,
The only light in sight.
Their points dull,
They know they can't fight,
So they declare themselves null,
Leaving their light to fight
To fight against the gruesome sights
They used to call their life.
