The Searcher
In the midst of what remains
Mourned alone in savage garden
I seek a rose with nightfalls stain
A wind sing dirges of the fallen.
My pain flows from haunted eyes
Weeping dreams fall to grace them
Hopes are mocked by leaden skies
Search in vain as darkness hastens.
I weep sorrow amid the shorn
All dreams of love forever tattered
I find my rose among the thorns
On reddened tides of glory shattered.
-AD
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