A poem for the princess

I´ll take this Rose and 

I’ll kill her with the patient of a god,

Petal by petal,

Leaf by leaf,

Thorn by thorn,

And with all this I’ll build

My sanctuary.

I´ll put her blood in my cup,

And I’ll listen her begging,

Claiming for mercy,

But with every scream,

Every tear,

And every claim

I´ll build my sanctuary.

Her death,

Will be a perfect poem,

With precise verses 

Of a quietus and silenced

Passing, with the beauty

Of a white rose,

The glory of the red innocence.

Her death,

Will be a Magnum Opus.

Lust,

Suffering,

And this love

Will be the melody of our song.

The muse of my sanctuary.

I´ll take this Rose and

I´ll put her heart in a whisperer,

And with a last kiss

My love I’ll say good bye,

Your soul may scream the secret,

Your sleepy eyes yell it,

But this Night will cover it.

Darkness is the scenery

Of your demise,

The stars are my witnesses

The wind my accomplice,

My princess, this is our bound,

You give me glory

I´ll give you immortality.