Of Roses and Me - Rose Blanche IV
Rose Blanche - Poem Collection IV Of Roses and Me ～～～～～～～ Actually by: Zeerdank ～～～～～～～ And us, who were and still are, the rose. Our poems are stained in blood; our love endures. Such is our way, we know not of anything else. - Rose Blanche ～～～～～～～～～～【ℛ】～～～～～～～～～～ I - Hell is for the Stars Hell hath no blazing fires, Nor doth it ev’ell sires, Dost all stars preach to choirs? The sky to them dares lacking, Not fit to be their backing, Their idol is that tyrant Morningstar. I… see that stars dost fit hell, Their selfish brightness shows well, On the dark skies of ev’ell. What then is hell to fear of, If brill’ant stars declaim love- -And praise the black eternal hellish sky? ～～～～～～～～～～【ℛ】～～～～～～～～～～ II - An Ancient Dismays What an intriguing sight, That even gods can cry… And by to cry, can they then die? Or is the world still theirs? For should the onus lay on them, The horrid acts of men. Doth that give them the cause to weep like so? Tears, for one, at least of them...