Guarding Red Roses

Written by: Annalise Brigham

The fairest of vases sits upon a mantle high
While admiring eyes gaze; doors breathe a long sigh
No expression nor smiles, but its presence calls
To kings and serfs steadfast within encamped walls
Like a beacon shines through opaque, foggy skies
Captures glances of awestruck ones, mesmerized 
Unadorned, its beauty, most exquisite pales
But guarding red roses,  beauty never fails
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