The Scarlet Choice
The rose was laid low upon him
Haunting his furrowed brow
As if it sang woefully, almost wantonly
In a hymn of mourning.
With a thunder clap events replayed,
Surroundings ceased,
Thoughts no longer captured
With invocations or words.
Lost, time escaped,
Pushed into eternity's reflection,
The moment no longer in the present,
Even vision showed a different source.
There at Edens Grave
Adam rested with a final breath,
His mind was clear and calm
Left with only the bloodstains
On his vanquished sword.
Long ago his choice was made.
Haunting his furrowed brow
As if it sang woefully, almost wantonly
In a hymn of mourning.
With a thunder clap events replayed,
Surroundings ceased,
Thoughts no longer captured
With invocations or words.
Lost, time escaped,
Pushed into eternity's reflection,
The moment no longer in the present,
Even vision showed a different source.
There at Edens Grave
Adam rested with a final breath,
His mind was clear and calm
Left with only the bloodstains
On his vanquished sword.
Long ago his choice was made.
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