Rosa Decidua

Rose, I hear your voice near to me

I've put away the poisoned chalice, for now

And lie down amongst the flowerbeds

Whichever stars we walk among

We both seek out the darkest red

The wine was turned to blood again

Without this blood we'd both be dead

I've wound myself tight into the hedgerows

Let's see which way the winter wind blows

(You are my shadow)