Mercy

"I am covered with thorns",

She yelled and pulled away,

"Then they'll reach my bones",

He said, and close he strayed.

"My thorns, they are sharp",

She warned and wandered about,

"Let them cut my flesh up",

He said, following her 'round.

"Dull are my prickles",

She hid herself from light,

"I'll grab then a sickle",

He found her in the night.

"I'll make you bleed",

She cast a plump tear,

"I will bleed to kill

Everything you fear".

"You know, I am not the only rose",

She glanced up, lest she ached,

He caressed her velvet blossoms,

"Only one by whom I was saved".

Szilágyi Ákos   XI. R