The Blood Rose - Poem by lochlan packer
as the stem life flow
the ever changing rose dies
as it is filled with fearful woe
in a soiled earth it restlessly lies
for when it shall rise
It has taken on a different path.
in which to everything shall be a surprise.
so now the rose has now come back as wrath
as it seeks a lighter way.
the rose knows naught but anger and fear
that is will have to go with fates play
as the play draws to a close a happier rose draws near.
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