One For Sorrow

Crow, fly your labyrinth miles,

take me into your mystery fold

I give you this damaged soul

For the darkness now

takes hold

Fly on, sweet bird,

fly on and be free

Fly on through the rain

and take this pain

For there's only

bloodied roses

left here for me.

Love once burnt deep,

so fierce and wild

now shattered it is like glass

thrown to the stone.

Darkness has come,

now beckons me -

"come home, come home".

Fly on sweet bird,

no longer love does he

My heart does break 

and a dagger remains

Fly on, black bird

fly on -

for there's only bloodied roses

left here for me.

R. Scott.