A Dying Rose
by , 11-13-2008 at 02:27 AM (1213 Views)
A Dying Rose
You watch the rose die
slowly each day
with no reason why
beauty must always
ebb and fade
Yet there is something
beautiful in the decay
regal as a dishonored Queen
it begins to pallor a little more
without complaint or loosing
dignity
When at last
no longer can it stand
there remains frozen
as the Briar Rose
a mask of the splendor
it once possessed
In this last defiance
there beats something
of a true Romance.



