Deciphering Legend Within The Serpent's Briar

Crush the dried petals 
of the rose 
that bore light 
Brandishing talons 
at the sun 
Yawning and empty 
the patals wither 
Only grayed stem remains 
Revive the silence 
that the stars will again shine 
Weep not for chalice 
And not for lurking inspiration 
But for relieft from grace 
Finally within grasp 
Constellation