Three

The key
In the lock
Let it pass
Open door
Let the demons take your soul
Walk inide
Turn left
Look outside, the red window there
Thre's a garden
Of dead bodies
Burned and burried beneath the fields
A war faught.
Battered bodies
Roses drop,
Dead pettles
On the floor
Here lies he
The innocence of him
Find it now
 Lost beneath the sky
Red pettles once white
Once blue,
blue days now night,
No stars, no sun,
Moons gone, Wolves howl
His body dead on the floor
"It is I" beneath the sky
In his hands the sunlight
The last blue pettles of a Red Rose.

The End

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