The Roses And The Stag Poem by Kristina Tapayan

The first month suddenly arrives
The Stag comes and feasts on the roses
Yet the roses did not hurt,
They all stood still and maintain their poses
Always so stiff and curt

The second month brutally began
The Stag ravages what's left of their petals
Stems turning brown from decay,
The roses all wither, with every bite fatal
All of them wishing to fade away

Thorns prick the Stag's eyes and tongue
The roses decide they'll all stand tall,
"Too old laws, we use to clung."
"Bridges to be burned! We don't answer your call."
The third month quietly, passes away