The petals fall,
So silent and sweet.
But her heart slows,
With every beat.
The petals scatter,
As death comes close,
Her heart is shattered,
And so is my oath.
For the rose is her heart,
So red and pure,
But mine is black,
Corrupted and sure.
His is blue,
Hers is yellow,
They all will wither
By the hand of the shadows.
