Chain to grave with wild roses

wild roses and black lace
are noble if you see beyond their darkness.
There's a slow joy to a world not fully
sunlight and bright flowers.
moonlight and cherry blossoms
bring as much, if you can see.

Outdated, archaic, ancient are hurled...
but if all forget the old
a shining-steel city, polished and new, results.
a chrome-plated tribute to our own magnificence.
but metal has no soul.

let the old the earth the dark surround.
some need remember.

as for me... i find that
there's a beauty in the old ways--
and i embrace it and drink its dark peace.
and if chrome turns on me for history, and i must die?

let it be in old ways,
and, as is killed the vampire...
...so kill me... chain to grave with wild roses