Red Sorrow

There lies a single sigh upon the wind, and she speaks not of tomorrow, my Red Sorrow.

My life, all my shame, The endless cold days, and all the imperfections, the wilted flowers I say,

All in the name, and impervious to the way.

A broken locket, battered and lame, a bruised soul all in the name...

Oh, but what a wicked game.

She whispers these promises, and she sings songs of my name...

My Red Sorrow.

The children's laughter, the games that they play, The violets are red, the roses are blue, but it is the purple posies that are planted for the dead.

My Red Sorrow, you walk through the grave, you plant your seeds and upon a chilled wind, you breathe.

I am ashamed of what I've become, my mind drives me to craze...

My Red Sorrow, your caress, your kiss, the end of your numbered days.

I am helpless as I watch, I see your end, I watch your life drain away.

Your eyes flutter as they close, and tears seep and find their way down your cheek, they settle on hallowed ground.

I push the memories back, so you may lay on the softest of grass, and here your soul may rest.

I say a prayer, steely are my eyes that take you in, I kneel and give you your very last kiss...

For this, I am ashamed, for it was good, and I hope for our sake that it lasts. I whisper our name...

For my Red Sorrow, you were my final, My last.