Will the end of the road be like roses in the snow?

Wilted, still gentle and kind

Frigid to the touch beautiful as much

will the end of the world be sublime?

Will the tireless pain gift me with fame

When the going gets too tough?

Or will our hearts of gold

Finally grow old, when will we finally say enough?

Will, I learn to let go, and you finally show

your heart of gold still beats

Or will you learn to let go and finally Feed Me to the beasts?

Our questions of old your answers in gold

the way the truth aligns

fearful yet bold the rose in the snow

never fails to be kind

Wednesday, October 12, 2022