Gethsemane

Moons over moons pass in flight
A hearts season may change
Spilled tears turn cold white
Among blue rose, black lilies fall

Turn your bright skies raven black
Paling scarlet clouds storm gray
Under withering olive trees
Soaking in the amber rain

Gentle arms of passionate salvation
Become a coarse wood burden
Soft words so sweetly pleasent
Judgment's biting iron binding

The flourished garden is no longer
A bone mount took it's place
Where your bleeding heart
Won't find no rest