A Silent Rose In Voiceless Bloom

Naomi, a child of God's good grace

A testament to patient faith

This fragile orphan life exposed

To patricide and violent overthrow

Such is the modern world's incline

That beauty and adversity are fated meet

We are committed and we are bound

By both virtue and oath

Sworn to pursue a hope, elusive

Closure for a troubled soul

And peace where only sadness has been known

As season wax and yearly wane

So time was passed, our child she grew

From timid youth, through timid years

A silent rose in voiceless bloom

No utterance, no word she spoke

In spite of the gentlest confidence

And when descended winter's snow

Upon her thirteenth year

So August's ghost

Shed softly sheets of frost

Turning tragically aside her vigilance

Let it never be said

That those darkest shades of horror rest

Merely they wait with a tireless composure

For an unchecked window

Through which to visit their wicked wills

Upon the pure

One shadow such, a ghoul, a tempest fierce

With a hateful mind and hollow soul

Oppressed behind eyes of the coldest malevolence

Would stalk the halls of Beechworth with impunity

Twisted through choice; he rots from within

Appearing to the waking world naught

Save a shell to be fleshed

And a beast to be unleashed

So restraint will fail it seems

In the presence of opportunity

And never the twain shall meet

Never the twain shall meet