Dec 2014
Rose so red,
Made of blood.
Petals droop
As one falls,
Never again to rise.
Once Fallen,
Glory vanishes.
Hearts break
As tears fall.
Crimson flows
The blood
As those whom
Mourn,
Fall as well.
Made of blood.
Petals droop
As one falls,
Never again to rise.
Once Fallen,
Glory vanishes.
Hearts break
As tears fall.
Crimson flows
The blood
As those whom
Mourn,
Fall as well.
