CHAPTER 146: Bloody Night

LOVE IS SACRIFICE

By: Paul Sebastian

At a dim-lit dining table, I sat

Alone, but alone red rose in a vase, stood

My mind's lost sojourn, she read

Confused and searching, my unusual mood

Rose asked: May I ask why the look of askance?

I could help to bring relief, given a chance

Trust me, I would find you an answer

It would be pathetic to see you whither!

I asked: How do I make my life beautiful?

She whispered: It begins with you being truthful

Your spirit and heart as one, emit fragrance

Become an attractive flower, for instance