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The Rose


A poem I did a long time ago. Inspired by Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

 

The Rose

 

I

Lightning piercing dark black clouds

Chaos, anarchy and fear abound

The end has come for all but few

The weight of the world is all I feel

 

II

The quest for the rose is not for naught

Trudging on though Childe I am not

Sword, Shield and Armour I wore

I shall not fall” I swore

 

III

Fall thou shalt and fall thy will

A voice, disembodied, a chill

Brandish my sword to nothingness I did

The thing I killed was only time not it

 

IV

“Protect the rose I will, for fear I do not”

“Heed me! To go on then thou art a fool

“If death waits then conquer it I shall”

“Then go! For to the rose thou shalt fall!

 

V

The voice haunting, drifting, drifting, gone

Arduous my task, the life of the lone

Childe I am not, word slinger I am

The rose, the rose, how low must I go

 

VI

Blood, blood, blood, all in my way I slew

The rose awaits, this knowledge I knew

So close to the rose, its whisper I could hear

Doubt, fear, confusion, surfaced as I near

 

VII

“Thou art indeed a fool to come to the rose”

“Show thyself coward” I cried my defiance

Face my adversary I did, for the enemy was me

“Turn back, the rose is not thee’s!” cried me

 

VIII

Steel to steel, dust to dust and blood shalt flow

Perished my dark side was and behold the rose

The beautiful pink rose, defenses long forgotten

So long have I dreamt of it, so long so long

 

IX

Pain, agony, my heart, the thorns pierced my heart

To the rose thou shalt fall, and to the rose I fell

My heart was pierced, crushed, broken by the rose

No more, no more, the word slinger slain by the rose

 

X

Darkness, emptiness, a hollow void, nothing, nothing

Pain, pain, air! Breathe I must, breathe I did

The rain was falling, I laid amongst petals and thorns

Death conquered but the rose was gone. Petals and thorns

 

XI

The rain had stopped but my heart still aches

The rose, the rose, how low must I go?

Petals and thorns, petals, petals, pink petals and thorns

The word slinger to the rose came, his journey never ends

 

 

The Rose

I

Lightning piercing dark black clouds

Chaos, anarchy and fear abound

The end has come for all but few

The merciless sun is all I feel

II

The quest for the rose is not for naught

Trudging on though Childe I am not

Sword, shield and amour I wore

On my honor I shall not fail’ I swore

III

‘Fail thee must and fail thee will’

A voice disembodied, a chill

Brandish my sword to nothingness I did

The thing I killed was only time not it

IV

‘Protect the rose I will! For fear I not’

‘Heed me! To go on then fool thou art’

‘If death waits then conquer it I shall!’

‘Then go! For to the rose thee shall fall!’

V

The voice haunting, drifting, drifting, gone

Arduous my task the life of the lone

Childe I am not, word slinger I am though

The rose, the rose, how low must I go

VI

Blood, blood, blood all in my way I slew

The rose awaits this knowledge I knew

So close to the rose, its whisper I could hear

Doubt, fear, confusion surface as I near

VII

Fool indeed thou art to come to the rose’

Show thyself coward’ I cried my defiance

Face my adversary I did for the enemy was me

‘Turn back, the rose is not thee’s cried me

VIII

Steel to steel, dust to dust, blood shall flow

Perished my dark side was and behold the rose

The beautiful pink rose, defenses long forgotten

So long have I dreamt of it so long so long

IX

Pain, agony, my heart, the thorns pierced my heart

To the rose thee shall fall and to the rose I fell

My heart was pierced, crushed, broken by the rose

No more, no more the word slinger slain by the rose

X

Darkness, emptiness, a hollow void, nothing, nothing

Pain, pain, air! Breathe I must, breathe I did

The rain was falling I laid on the dirt, petals and thorns

Death conquered but the rose, gone. Petals and thorns

XI

The rain had stopped but my heart still aches

The rose the rose, how low must I go?

Petals and thorns, petals, petals pink petals and thorns

The word slinger to the rose came, his journey never ends

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