Sight of Death

Through the dark valleys of death
The rosary of blood, Eyes of black
Here the darkness knows no rest
For all is calm, the sun is set

The moon lit bright, with the clouds fluorescent glow
Shined down upon the scarlet rose
Almost vibrant, yet suttle beneath
The graves forboding gleams of grief

In the shadows of the night
Rose the man in black, with smiling delight
Patiently watching the sands of time
For all is brittle, not worth the tries

He comes and goes as he pleases
For all is nigh upon his presence
For in his hands is the scarlet rose
When all is lost, and never more