blurred at the edges
fire raging
but, rose,
rose had won
"quiet, please"
looking up i see her
why is she looking so sad
"you can hold it together"
"but…rose"
I croke
"shhh" she replies
"save your strength"
"its…yours"
"no, pearl" she responds
tenderness, peace
"it's yours. thank you
for lending it to me"
I close my eyes
talking beyond me, for now
but my liege
why cant you see
you are my reason to be
and I can be nothing more
then your knight