The Crimson Rose

The crimson rose
The blood splattered
The darkness of the shadows
None of it matters

It's petals quickly dying
And falling to the ground
The blood rapidly drying
Without making a sound

Dust on everything
And so much time gone by
The woman gone missing
Never could say good-bye

The rose loses it's color
But it's meaning - never
The memory of this crime
Will remain
Until the end of time