Rose

A soft petal
The color of blood
it fell from a rose
So beautiful
Yet sad
Standing solo in a glass case
Day two
Another petal
The first one turned black
It withered and died
Without a ray of sun
Day three
A third petal
Fell to her sisters
The rose slowly dying
No love given
Day Twelve
Twelve petals
Lay scattered on the table
Around a rose that is dying
From unrequited love
Day nineteen
A single petal
Remained, all alone
As all her sisters lay
Scattered beneath it
Day twenty
The petal fell
A monster cried
Heartbroken
Pained
He laid on the ground
Gasping for air
He managed a few words
As the beauty looked down on him
Her face all concerned
Forgive me
He said
As the last petal fell
To join its sisters
As death struck down
-Dina A.S.