Battle of the Thorns

The roses turn black,
The moon is full,
As I stand in a field of thorns.

The clanking of armor,
The sounds of fighting swords,
All heard as the battle goes on below.

The ground is stained red,
The creeks full of blood,
As each knight falls to the ground.

When the damage is done
I find my true love...
Lifeless and gone with many others.

My tears intertwine with the bloody creek,
And soak in the blood-stained ground;
As I mourn for my lost love