A Lonely Rose

A Lonely Rose. A lonely rose wilted, forgotten, forlorn A gown of white satin did adorn Now on the ground lying Trampled on and dying Ruby red in it's prime In the background a chime A celebration comes to mind Now all that is left behind A dead rose kicked aside Not even it's leaves abide But with thorns sharp and strong To pierce the one who did it wrong Bare feet come down the path Suddenly feels the rose's wrath Red blood stains in a healthy squirt Even in death a rose can hurt Sept 22, 2005 ©Copyright All Rights Reserved Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria