a rose in still water
bathed crystalline crimson
soft as a dream
in a tomb of despair
beheld by a maiden
choked too in dark beauty
sorrowed and lonely
both gasping for air
thorns far below
begged deep holes in her flesh
through duty and pain
she held true to its plea
from abyss they rose
to the sun and blue sky
mutual saviors
both bloody and free
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