a rose in the garden of death
lord bezalel, the black

be witness to this truth my friends
that beauty hides with death
i have seen them walking there

between the shadows

do you hear them laughing
calling you with siren's lips?
I hear her voice
and it sounds like love

and silence

sometimes the cold is all we have, dear children
the cold is all we have

I see her face and it looks like love
or some semblance thereof

if there is love she is the closest to it
so love her I do

between the shadows and the night she wanders
calling my name again with those lips
and I feel her sweet coldness
clinging to my withered ancient flesh

and I smile