• The Beating Rose

    Eroded is the clay
    open is the shell
    recorded echoes play
    reports the rose is in hell

    The crimson beating rose
    petals dashing for the ground
    velvet pain exposed
    whisper echoes that resound

    Petals scream in pain
    they pool along the floor
    more vibrant grows the stain
    from whom the petals pour

    The crimson beating slows
    the petals that remain
    seldom hold their pose
    overwhelming is the pain

    Crimson turns to black
    petals wither as they shriek
    final stages of attack
    have finally been reached

    The final petal falls
    the lifeless stain complete
    velvet echoes line the walls
    the crimson rose no longer beats