The Death of Rose

In a garden far away full of dreams full of prose there lived a maiden her name was Rose- Amongst the flowers amongst the trees she dwelled each day thinking on her endless pain tears rescind her vagrant soul christening the sun of each new day- Then once upon the midnight hour encasing her life with so much power the darkness came and in that moment she knew life would never be the same- She bled, she cried not just her body but all her sweet soul died- Death as sweet as the jasmined air took her within its arms because never in life did anyone care- Her pain now gone she finally rests in her blessed garden she loved the best-