Our flame light has faded to shadow…
The last hiss of our candle has come…
It’s sooty wick now cold and black…
That delicate glow once soothed us…
Long ago, our rose bloomed amongst ruins…
Within the warm breath of the candle…
Whose flickering flame we shared…
Whenever we embraced…
Now, our rose petals are brittle…
Now, our rose is shrouded in frost…
Now, our rose is wilting…
And now, our rose will slump in death…








