The Red Rose of Time

The Red Rose of Time

Horatio Gargonath

Oh you, who laughs at me,

You'll not be laughing with glee

When time has slowly crept upon you,

and you seek to hide in morning dew.

I tell you I will find you

Amongst concealing blades.

I tell you I will find you

Within the deadly glades.

Death will be swift and painless

For my poisoned thorns are quite famous

I fail to see why you hide...

You who above all else, time cannot abide.

You who believes in your security

That nothing, no one, can defeat your surity

Time, my friend, will find you one day

And on that day, I promise - you'll pray