Tales From the Moon's Eclipse

A Note in My Journal

On Scarlet Hill a rose did bloom

On the night I fell for you.

It sensed my heart, my heart's dull ache,

So it grew as a comfort for you.

But as I looked at the bright red rose,

A colour for all the love for you,

The ground dried up; the petals did wilt.

As the time for our love moved on,

Oh how I cried and begged for it to grow,

But my tears did not induce it to grow.

It stays in my mind as a stunning memory,

And I guess, in that way, we still live.

On Scarlet Hill a rose did bloom;

My love for you will never wilt.