Wither
Soaring through an endless sky
No company to bide my time
On black wings
Out stretched
I glide
Over all lands; I fly
A former form, a fading mind
Slowly decaying, and yet never dying
Hidden within this hollow vessel
A lingering hope
A last purpose to find

Upon a road I find a man
Bemoaned beside a riverbed
He lost a love, his bride-to-be
And endless joy refrained
Devotion to her vanity
Futile to obtain
A single rose, on a winters night;
The price for her lovе gained
To give my life, for this young man
For his lovе and for my peace
Selflessly I will do this deed
The thorns must pierce deep
Blood will flow with pure intent
Sacrifice will awake the seed
From death, new life will arise
And the ground below will weep
With quickened zeal he took his prize
Blinded to its true worth
His journey led him to her door
Only to find that her love had waned
The rose now withers beneath the snow
The passing fancy has flown
The ravenous soul had been redeemed
Though she did not accept the stain