Beneath the thorned archway, where the nightshade grows
And bone-white roses cradle skulls in rows
She waits where the moon drips red on stone
The blood-born bloom where the curse has grown

The garden breathes with sighs of ash
Each vine a twitching, verdant lash
Fog rolls in with a lover’s taste
And whispers stitch the hedgerow’s waist

Once sundered by the reaper’s blade
He fell where shadows never fade
But curses bloom where sorrow weeps
And death gives back what silence keeps

She held his name in haunted prayer
A vow stitched tight with spectral care
Now blood moonlight, in crimson sweep
Has stirred him from his grave-sunk sleep

Their hands, once cold, now find again
The heat of love through thorn & bane
Though maggots dance in his hollow cheek
His voice still hums the song she seeks

They kiss where time has come undone
Beneath a sky that shuns the sun
In cursed bloom, they intertwine
The dead, the damned, the love divine

And still they meet when red moons rise
Where roses feed on lover’s cries
Beneath the thorns, they steal their bliss
A curse, a death, a blood-wrought kiss