Red Rose Ghost

Where graves shaken, the rise of the prince, fallen from the tormented cliff

Where the sea monster swims, drinking the tainted blood of his flesh

Silver lined stomach, from metal sunk, of the drunk, sun beaten fisherman, now, naked skull

Speared, rusted hooks, lead sinkers, silver moss, rotten coins, line the intestine, in a netted mesh

Red rose, floating petals, in sorrow, as tombs open, cob webbed, the crypts of a spider upon death, entangled with lust

Breaking through, the taunting cries of doom, shadow blacken death, over the red rose a beacon ghost

He shall rise again, from the muddy bottom, of the hunger dread, the naked sea of thirst, unforgiving trust

A lover's nightmare, of an empty heart, drained veins, of passion, never to give way, never to die

As the pain of darkness, kisses the endless point, the powered sword, the point of return

To hunt, the killer whale, to carve his lungs, to gut his soul, ravish his enormous size

Returning to life, love eternal, the masterful, daring to belong, to reap once again, the red rose ghost, no longer paralized

A spirit of sin, a quench of mercy, for dark immortality, red rose rises, once again

A love story, never to be shy, never stricken, never ridden, forever haunting, for now, just a ghost