Biography of Insignia Rose
Insignia Rose Poems
Gliding moon, take me away; To the lunar eclipse at a second heaven. Glimmering bright, lighting nothing but a single soul.
Fly away little bird. Fly to the heavens where your wings will breathe;
The Broken One
Loveless heartbeat, growing cold; Mouth torn open, leaving, my soul.
Tick. Tock. Clock. Clocked out like a Tock. To start again with a tick not a Tock,
Act Ii: Temporal Ragnarok
Show me where forever lies, Past Eternity, or this fine line? The hand of the high, sleep to keep, your honored souls,
Act I: Stage Of Skyfall
A barren landscape, Lost to the morrow... Crystal light incite the vision... As the landscape turns, to an embrace...
Each day I feel so hollow, by myself, lost and shallow; I hang myself, in this soft noose, Caving my neck, cutting me loose;
End Of The World
A deathly place where no sounds reach... The cooing of a hawk with it's beak. The harpie lands on the carcass of old,
Prelude: Ode To End
A prelude of madness. An overture of sadness. This dusty soul keeps no remains,
An incendiary revitalization of an incandescent revival, Is like an ode to sorrow.
This knife, has seen such strife; Such sorrow and sadness, Such deathly madness;
Breathe softly, My crimson dear, Don't let these wicked, tell you what to hear.
Place Of Wonders...
Ah, an effervescent tune! Of a melody, lost and, gone so soon.
A proof of existence denied, standing silent, as the lies reached their end. This world has rent asunder,
An incendiary revitalization of an incandescent revival,
Is like an ode to sorrow.
Never to return.
It haunts the mind like a dull trickle.
It waters thee down, and keeps the mind fickle.