• A rose sets upon a tomb,
    a spirit in the darkness.
    Though only placed that morn,
    it withers and it blackens.

    A rose, the colour of the night,
    floats away on a breeze.
    It lands in front of a girl,
    hands folded on her knees.

    A rose, once so full of life,
    now delicate and torn.
    It resembles life the best;
    from the petals to the thorns.

    A rose, simple and sweet,
    drags tears from her eyes.
    Just as they spill over,
    rain falls from the skies....