Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Her name was Rose

Ambassador of nature’s grace
housed in crystal embassy
standing tall and drinking deep
from the echoes of her land

Crimson strands fall at her feet
during days of stately death
until with her lowered head
she at last resigns her post

He lays her withered body down
at the feet of countrymen
and with sharpened shears in hand
fatefully appoints her heir

No comments:

Post a Comment