Dead Rose

A bright light glows from the earth as she lies
Buried beneath life, Her beauty will forever remain
A legend told to many generations to come,
Her immaculate spirit’s warmth heals they
That seek the birth of true beauty.

Buried though she is her heart illuminates a light
Of life through the dark forests of dreaded minds,
The hope to walk on shores of bliss draws in
With every step of her ambiance.

A glance in the water reveals her veiled figurine that
I living among us, She glides in the safe heaven of the
Pure at heart and colors the past with shades of blood,
The ghost of she lurks, wonders and searches for
A resting place behind the sores of our lives to
Embrace beauty.

She plays the flute of the spirits at nightfall when
Everyone is asleep…She saves the night,
In her creation pain is alien to one’s feeling
And heaven touches earthly faces,
Her elixir of sorrow kills the darkness and brings
Fourth a feel of enduring lust to cure the pain
Of the forsaken.

Her words of life cleanse the hurting with an hypnotic rhyme
Of healing, She rises from her coffin to save the children of
The dumbed from falling in love with her fears of the night,
Sing for her and she’ll live for you…
Cry for her and she’ll die for you.