Commandments / Roses Without Thorns

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Of the eve the last of lastest roses Passing cries beside mystics Tears Take a chance in make them fear In the dust of optic ground The frost going near Beyond the liries, beyond the mould Violet mask of false Mistress its vanishes Fornlorn Night of desperate calls Roses without thorns Death to you but they Eternal fuse Make the Fever grasping in a glow Fury calls empty Fallen Freeze it to the wind Gleaming eyes blind to gods before their final dance

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 07, 2025