You are more than a rose,

You are more than a rose,

The point of a thorn

Piercing my heart

The prickle of blood

Upon my skin

The burst of pain

An explosion of despair

The sweet smell

Of Lillies

Catching in my throat

The dry taste of ash

On the tip of my tongue.

The light in your eyes

A spur through the darkness

The spurning of grief

I will not deign to comply.

Gathering the dirt

Beneath my fingernails

Tearing at the veil

The separation of worlds.

Songbirds are calling

They know my name

I hear them in the morning

They are triumphant

I will answer their call

The beating of wings

The breaking of bonds.

Loosen my ties

To the underworld

Help me fly

There is nothing to shape me

All of the crafting

Has been done.