Fleur de Lys Rune Poems

The deepness of the sea,
Lies stretched before me.
Sapphire blue and emerald green,
It all looks the same,
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We don't see the fruits of time,
They stand tall and proud,
Unaware of their gradual shroud,
The gardener's trusty spade.
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The seats drip with blood,
The last footsteps of the departed echo,
The smoke clears,
What is left but death?
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All roses are,
Mild and sweet,
All through winter rain and sleet,
And though they never shed a single tear,
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They roam about the darkened plains,
They whistle through the trees all day.
As their eternal damnation comes to pass,
Their souls drain like through broken glass.
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Is there but a rose,
That would sing a different tune,
To the twilight deep in our hearts.
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