The Fall of the Iron Rose

A cycle of poems «Your Love Was My Siege Weapon»

Twilight bleeds on marble stone,
Iron petals cold and lone,
Echoed vows in silence close -
Witness now the Iron Rose.

Thorns remain where hope had grown,
Crimson secrets overthrown.

The fall of the Iron Rose,
Shadows claim what once we chose,
Glory fades, but sorrow knows,
All that’s lost in broken prose -
The fall of the Iron Rose.

Frosted steel in moonlight’s glare,
Promises dissolved to air,
Love and armor, both laid bare,
Found no shelter, found no prayer.

Thorns remain where hope had grown,
Crimson secrets overthrown.

The fall of the Iron Rose,
Shadows claim what once we chose,
Glory fades, but sorrow knows,
All that’s lost in broken prose -
The fall of the Iron Rose.

Battlements have turned to dust,
Blooms corrode from years of rust,
Every oath betrayed our trust,
Guarded hearts surrender must.

If dawn could heal the tangled vine,
Restore the blood that slipped like wine,
Would petals rise or fate decline -
The Iron Rose, its last design?

Night descends, the story’s close,
Time entombs what dark bestows,
In the hush a promise goes—
The fall of the Iron Rose.