Serene I stand amidst the flowers, blue and white.

Until its flash takes from me, all which must be right.

No blood is shed for poets’ sake, but hours pass

And feelings fall. The Cardinal now retreats again.

There is a future, where rose buds will bloom at dawn.

Where gunshots one day cease, so fields may fear the fawn.

Mistakes are left inside the past, to lie and rot;

Where I walk free from glen to glen, where he does not.

Serene I’ll stand amidst those flowers, blue and white

and wait and pray The Cardinal’s Curse stays out of sight.