A Blue Rose Poem by Auston Lee

“Blue Rose” by Auston Lee

What will this age of time bring us?
We are but a Blue Rose; we are the beasts in this world unfit for life.
Our shadows leave nothing but bloodshed and heartache.
Our tears leave no marks when they hit the cold ground.
Our blood is not our own for we are made by cold hands.

We are but a Blue Rose, not knowing what purpose may lie in wait for us.
The path is paved with the cries of those who know not our name.
The way is covered with a thin sheet of uncertainty, easily broken by the simple hand to touch.
The road cannot be seen by our eyes for our eyes were held by the cold hands of men.

We are but a Blue Rose; we will be left behind as age heads on to the sunset.
We witness the rise of nations and the falls of worlds.
We tremble the souls of those we meet and shake our own hearts.
We know there is no life left for us for our lives have always been held at neck by the cold hands of men.

Our time draws near and the petals of this Blue Rose wilt ever so swiftly.
There will be beasts of the age, and there will always be beauties of the world.
The snake tempts the beauty, and the Eve receives from the beast.
The world falls into their own chaos, in their own mess.
The world would have been better off without snakes.