The Rose

 

The Rose
by: Cranial Circus (copyright 2015)

She loved the rain with its cool quenching pour
The hushed rumbling sounds and thunderous roar
She would dance in the shadows and bask in the light
As the moon lit small puddles that pooled in the night

It seemed only fitting as he turned from her grave
The dark times of mourning were not for the day
He took one black rose as they laid her to rest
He kissed here once more as he clung to his chest

The spells come and go but she always took care
To hold his hand firm and stroke back his hair
Night terrors, trembles, prolonged fear of sleep
She’d lay by his side making sure he could breathe

He heads toward the door and he steadies his bones
To walk up the stairs of his now lonely home
She always stood by him with every small step
His tattered knees hurt but she’d bring out his best

Now he’s alone and stricken with fear
He pulls himself up by a branch that is near
His leg buckles under he falls to the ground
His head hits the floor with an ominous sound

He feels a warm flow as he touches his head
His now trembling hand is covered in red
The rain trickles in as he clutches his chest
He feels the dark flower he put in his vest

Blood on the hand, blood on the door,
Blood on the rose that fell to the floor

Will this be the end on this lonely night?
He fancied a death more the storybook type
Some act of bravery protecting a life
With dragons and demons and magic and might

Blood on the hand, blood on the door
Blood on the rose that fell to the floor

He trembles, he cries, he’s clinging to life
He’s scared and he fears for the ones left behind
He feels a warm glow in the cool drenching rain
An ethereal touch that eases his pain

Blood on the hand, blood on the door
Blood on the rose that fell to the floor

Soft moonlit puddles form round his head
It’s a hand that he knows here to help him again
Call her wife, call her mother, call her lover or friend
They promised a love that never would end

With nothing to cling to he lets himself go
To the cool gentle winds and love that he knows
They dance in the shadows. They dance in the rain
The owls and the birds sing a natural refrain

Blood on the ground, blood on the door
Blood on the rose that fell to the floor

 

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