Rose

Rose; gliding with
gentle grace toward
the horizon; craving
the light. The light.

The folly of man,
melancholy of man,
towards her he ran,
and to him she sang -

O! Glory glory!
Gentle man before me,
O! Glory glory!
Regail me your story.

Sunkissed lips of bleeding
scarlet and a raging halo
of fire ordaned her
fragile mask. Her
voice, it echoed
through eternity long
after her mortal coil
unwound; her sound.