The Heavenly Damsel and the Red Rose

The Heavenly damsel descends to the earth
To once again join her love.
Her coming is signaled from miles away
By the cry of the dove.
Countless riders have ridden their steeds
After giving a red rose to their wives.
Most of them have yet to return
The rest have already lost their lives.
As horrible massacres still proceed
The Heavenly Damsel looks forth as she steps.
The Rose, which she holds tight between her velvet fingers
Goes deep into her heart, reaching its depths.
Commanders yell to enforce the spirits
Of the men who are willing to die for a king.
Such a great deal of them have lost
The ability to once again sing.
Dark clouds cloud all the bright sun rays
And rain washes all tears and blood.
Bravest hearts and noblest steeds
Have all descended to plain filth and mud.
The Heavenly Damsel still has no fear
Her Eyes still remaining on her goal.
But once she reaches her destination
All her hopes burn like charcoal.
The rain is gone like all dark clouds
But all the battlefield has turned red.
And in the sea of soldiers’ corpses
She finds her beloved husband dead.
Then tears burst out of her two eyes
And she places the Red Rose on his chest.
‘Alas,’ she says, ‘‘tis my last tribute,
I hope now you may finally rest.’

Perhaps this is just another one
Of God’s tests?