The Broken Rose




Her words were twisted, her eyes bloodshot.
She froze to ice and drifted away.
I tried to follow, but the wind blew fey;

he stabbed me and I lost my way.
She vanished without looking back.
I look through glass to relieve the pain

of reflections broken by the rain.
When the old drawbridge parts in two,
the river will stop this ship of fools.



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