Ring of Roses

 

 

Languid lovers of new blood

Wasteland warriors

Watchers of whimsical wonder

Conjure crimson beauty

And consume this purity

With evil glee

Pass the wise man’s tree

He the one with the knowing gleam

We the seekers of listening obscurity

Can you sense me?

I am the breeze seeping

Sinisterly

Through your open window

The night makes vampires of the living

Hunger for higher mystery

Cry for the dawn

Chance upon

Exaltation of fears

And taste the spring