A Thornless Rose Poem by Azarok Koraza

True beauty hiding behind the uglyness of life. A wonderful person traped by remorse.

The light is darkest before the new day's beginning yet she still shines in the hallow night.

Maybe its just the face that stands out or mabye the fierce passion of one in pain.

The fiery soul of that lone rose with a thousand thorns to guard it but not one being its own. A rose so true it still shines white as anyone that trys to gasp it the thousand thorns take the blow. A red rose is just as sweet some say they have never seen a bloodless rose before i'd say. Tho a white rose is less common still its just waiting to become blood soaked as it grows. The white & thorn less rose so rare it may be a myth, by these my own bloody tears i've seen it... & it was the most beauntiful sight my eyes will ever see, so i paused to ask the one we call god why have you finaly graced me with such a sight that i could go blind with a smile. I truly pity those poor souls that will never see such a sight in there life, I wonder how all of those that have seen it pass it with a blind eye.

To the only thornless white rose

sincerely: The blind & happy