The Blood Rose

In the galre of the sun,
The blood red rose wilts,
Its vibrancy dimming,
Casting a dark sight to the world.

Dripping blood,
Its petals falol,
Cascading,
Covering the ground beneath,
A wilted,
Once silky bed of bloom.

A stem,
Now alone,
Stretching tall,
Bald in the moonlight,
Waiting for the sun.