Poem: Martyr's Blood

[Yusuf71]

A Martyr's blood a garden tends,
the time is always spring
their blood it feeds the frosted soil
and melts the hearts within

a Martyr's blood does tend the soil
and lives eternally
to raise the young like nestlings
who shelter in its trees

a Martyr's blood does feed the birds
and all who call their names
to implore Gods saving grace
and all our Faith proclaims

a Martyr's blood it flows in streams
in gardens, mountains, climes
proclaiming death is not the end
a bell of life it chimes

a Martyr's blood within the vale
through thorny briars flows
and deep beneath all suffering
lies a Godly rose