Ragnarauk's blog: "Gravity Sucks"

Song of the Rose

Mighty does suffer the soul of man; For want of mere gentle succor

By sword and scourge fire and chain; We seek our God through measure of pain

We find no peace in Sacred Chalice; but heap dread scorn and bitter malice

Pray nay listen hateful cries that bind the heart with pain and lies

Proffer not wages of war and hate; Nay child!  Be true thy heart O' child of fate

Accept this Rose warm and wise; Full of grace 'neath endless skies