• Apparition

    I can think of one thing,
    Upon angels wing,
    That is the key to all that is known.
    And everyone knows,
    ‘Tis simply a rose,
    That is all that need be shown.

    Through many a fight,
    The dark and the light,
    And too, the evils thereof,
    The rose always stands,
    Hand in hand,
    For oh so much more than love.

    It is love and it is hate,
    It is destiny and fate.
    It may heal,
    Just to kill,
    And upon its strong will,
    Your tragic fate it soon will seal.

    The most powerful beast,
    How it loves to feast,
    Upon your dreary soul.
    As you cry for the lost,
    The broken, the crossed,
    Its evils take their troubling toll.

    It’s the gentlest of creatures,
    The best of all teachers,
    The scholars, and the wise.
    The many who thought,
    That they may be taught,
    Froze in its knowing eyes.

    It is me, it is you,
    It is false, it is true,
    A mystifying sight.
    And when it is seen,
    Its wonders are breathtaking,
    A beautiful ghost in the moonlight.