Ruby, the Red Rose

There once were twelve sisters, fresh, long legged and beautiful Clustered amongst baby's breath being featured on center stage Day to day the attention needed waned in the settling dusty mire Eleven sisters were lost in their glamoured celebration, all but one Ruby in solo stands alone, surrounded by her sisters, dry, athirst Amrs lay at their sides lifeless while each head is lowerd in prayer Centered as if on point in a macabre ballet pose, Ruby is radiant Starring in a magical garden dance titled, "A Mid-Summer Nightmare" During the full moon, lunar rays spotlight her vessel-ed reservior The stillness is broken by a haunting breeze, stirring up the dust Slowly trickling downward over Ruby's like a mystical star conjuring Ruby is blushing in the electric glow of a blood red magnificence At last, dawn comes in a blistering and dry heat in the stale room Ruby's long stem shrivels from lack of moisture, arms wilt at her side Gracefully bowing her head, joining her eleven sisters in quiet prayer Ruby's celebration of color, fragrance, ends her final performance...