How Many Tears to Nurture a Rose?

Our time together ends, the sadness is over I tried my best to make amends But my heart grew cold and black I have knelt before your altar Read the missives from your psalters In many ways, I was bound to falter You gave me nothing back Religious fervour got us no further The Goddess silent to the zealots that serve her Veneration, masturbation Icons of deceit built on fluidic foundations I'd have offered you the world from an elven spire These thoughts shall not prevail For in our time, the ships had set sail Disguise the hurt with wine and fire How many tears to nurture a rose? How many thorns to tear us both into pieces? The night, the night grew chill And in its arms, I fantasized And fell into her darksome eyes I woke upon the sand The madness was over I tried my best to understand But my mind, bewitched, was gone I had crawled within her garden Seen the things that would make a soul harden Saints and sinners all begging her pardon I had hung upon her cross The taste of bliss turned to venomous piss Now the graven angels sing of loss I'd have offered you the world from an elven spire These thoughts shall not prevail For in our time, the ships had set sail Disguise the hurt with wine and fire How many tears to nurture a rose? How many thorns to tear us both into pieces? Faith bled away from the shore that day Nothing but the whispers of the vista at play Advanced, answered my lonely prayers My spent libations Thunder coming with a pent frustration You could have been my esteemed salvation And we'd have had it all If you'd only stepped from your pedestal I'd have offered you the world from an elven spire These thoughts shall not prevail For in our time, the ships had set sail Disguise the hurt with wine and fire How many tears to nurture a rose? How many thorns to tear us both into pieces?