{"sf1_id":330909,"sf2_id":"zeR7LZgm","title":"In Memory of a Withered Rose","author":"Foxpiper","words":299,"posted_at":"2012-01-27T22:08:00.000Z","tags":["Badrang","Brian","Death","Depression","Doom","Jacques","Laterose","Metal","Redwall","Warrior","martin","song","tyrant"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/330909-in-memory-of-a-withered-rose","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeR7LZgm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1a/e6/1ae6a91a-0d1b-4145-be31-4ccbb59f9f6d","description":"This song is written with a doom metal theme to it. The lyrics describe Martin the Warrior's lament over the death of Laterose.\nRedwall is © by Brian Jacques, All rights reserved.","content":"In Memory of a Withered Rose\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBy\n\nFoxpiper\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI shed a single tear, gazing mournfully upon her grave,  \n An earthen tomb for my beloved of whom I could not save;  \n She was once a beautiful maiden both in sight and sound,  \n Now left alone to rot beneath this dull and wretched ground.\n\nHer vision haunts me day and night in an endless obsession,  \n Slowly moving through my mind like a funeral procession;  \n I still can hear her enchanting voice drifting in the air,  \n Dragging me deeper into a saddened state of despair.\n\nIt only seems like moments ago when she was at my side,  \n Walking along the rugged shores amidst the flowing tide;  \n Alas, I now cross these sands, wetting them with my tears,  \n A trail of sorrow as I wander adrift for countless years.\n\nI remember her lying there, amongst all who had died,  \n A scene ever so tragic that even the heavens cried,  \n The skies darkened around us as I shared in her final pain,  \n While the sun set on my love, never to rise again.\n\nOh curse the tyrant who took her life on that dreadful day,  \n One of sheer misery that in my heart shall forever stay;  \n I will always remember holding her in that grim embrace,  \n With misty eyes glancing down over her sullen face.\n\nNever had she felt so cold nor her body ever still,  \n Like a flower frostbitten by winter's deathly chill;  \n To Dark Forest my lover went whilst I remained to weep,  \n Longing for her gentle caress in fate's eternal sleep.\n\nThus, I sigh with a heavy heart, bidding her farewell,  \n Leaving my beauty to rest where darkness can only dwell;  \n But know that I still grieve over her everlasting repose,  \n In loving memory of my fairest withered Rose.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}