It's quaint, this fury.
My mind surreal in all deep thought
Windstorms tossing in all their flurry
The snow will fall and I'll get caught
The mud will scatter the floor
And blood will settle the score
Candles lighting the deep and dark halls
The roots of life are piercing walls
Secrets hidden in shadow
A life so sweet and callow
There in peace, a tomb adorn
Petals of roses who've lose their thorn
Quiet is the nights embrace
Cold are the fingertips of blind men
Who reach out to caress its face
Belittled are those who seek its truth
Remembered by those who dared sneak and sleuth
Not death nor life forget a man
Whose tomb wallows in the pity of the rose petals
Even the void near death has made its plan
Retained in minds and bliss it settles