Knights of the Rose

Splendour's craft of daylight chime,

        There stands the place of the

Fallen petals, the place of nothing.

        For flies from flagstaff, in

Wind, gallantly, the coloured rag,

        The standard of saddened lovers.

Speed 'cross timeless skies,

        On hoofed carriers of heart's dream.

Bearing the knowing that love unreturned

        Is fruit too bitter, yet all that grows

Upon the trees within your soul.

        And join, brothers of time, join;

The Knights of the Rose, my friend.

        So chant, sing of battles yet to be,

And wounds borne forever.