The Blood Rose is a pact, posthumous kept:
An oath, perhaps, though closer to a curse
Twixt lovers who presume their love trancend
All odds and struggles, sorrow's tears bewept --
A promise not to line the Boatman's purse;
To stay behind and on their love depend,
To love and be loved, passion without end.
The drawback to such deals in darkness made
(If I be true of word and wise of age),
Is once such debts are called to be repaid,
Most regret the fine print on the page:
"Should thy word be broke or insincere,
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."
- J.
