Red Rose to Black

A canopy of trees, armor of shadow
Across untamed seas, lives a meadow
Mildewed morning, moonlit night
Needs no warning, far from sight

Sun kissed rain, fell into a dream
Rocks mossed stained, beautiful as it seems
A ember of life, hear it sing
Untouched by the scythe, Mother Nature's ring

A lone rose, tender lips red
Bittersweet to the nose, "True Beauty" God said
Shimering hum, belows in breeze
Eloquent in sum, unsubmiting to Winter's freeze

Envious sprouts grow, blossom's open wide
Spark color and a show, alined side by side
Tango with the air, point to the stars
No worry or care, even with unforgotton scars

There is a chill, Stripping smiles
Taking will, Life's unheard trials
Choking pulse, stricking pose
Unproving false, meets this rose

Red lips fade, touched by night
Trip into shade, lost from light
Wilt and weep, shed a tear
Spirit falls deep, future unclear

Surrounding follows, a downwird spiral
Left in the gallows, unseen smile
Touch of sorrow, sting of hate
Waiting for tomorrow, maybe to late

The rose is picked, still hanging on
Pale and sick, all gone wrong
In the hands, a cold body lays
Under the sand, it still lays

Eternal rest, its does sleep
Across unbeating chest, wilts and weeps
Petal falls away, Life's bitter strife
Tomorrow and today, in the Afterlife