Still

Red she stands
planted in place
Lovely in her appearance
radiant in strength

Scarlet perfume permeates
Cuts through the tension of the evening air
crepusular rays beam across the skies
as the world prepares herself for eventide

red trickles from the chalice
Sacrifice looms overhead
in the dead of night you hear the prayers
red exudes your forehead
and so begins this Passion
the triumph of love and life over death

Red flooded the courtyard
painted the floors
splattering walls
dripping like paint off a brush
skin jabbed by my thorns

Red she stands
planted in place
Lovely in her appearance
radiant in strength

crimson are the words
convicting innocence to death

my petals blanket the path
the boulevard to fate
or so thought the world
following him to the final test
The battlefront,
where the cross is raised

Bloodshot eyes from tears shed
the rose wilts from the turn of events
that the darkened days,
nightmares became
reality all too quick

Red she stands
planted in place
Lovely in her appearance
radiant in strength

Every droplet of blood
trickling down from above
tears her heart anew
trust burns like a flame
engulfing an empty, abandoned room

a mother's boundless love
roots planted deep at the foot of his cross
bittersweet fragrance diffuse
Prayer and hope intertwine
woven forth as the cloth
that cover his body in the tomb

A mantle of beauty and faith
decorated by red stains
a weeping rose bleeds red
petals dispersed
yet there she stands

Red she stands
planted in place
Lovely in her appearance
radiant in strength