Red

Red

Ashes fall to the ground.
The wind whispers pretty lies in my ear...
Bleeding rose petals fall without a sound.
I’m lost, you’re found,
Letting you go, leaves me wallowing in fear.
Ashes fall to the ground,

Great lions circle ‘round.
One crystalline tear.
Bleeding rose petals fall without a sound

I am trapped, in the thorns, I am bound.
Up from the marble floor, cold water stings, very crisp and clear...
Ashes fall to the ground.
The king arrives, hand taken, then spun ‘round,
In a melancholy cheer.
Bleeding rose petals fall without a sound.

Finally, I am crowned.
In the silence of the frozen meadow, a gentle deer.
Ashes fall to the ground,
Bleeding rose petals fall without a sound.