The Graveyard Rose

She was beautiful, unlike any other She stood high above the ground, shining with bright colours Perhaps, Had she grown somewhere else People would line up to take in her scent But she was lonely, The only rose to rise where the dead lie So nobody ever came to keep her alive Yet she still grows In a field of snow, a picture so cold There, the red beauty stands warm As if her roots had grabbed the center of the Earth below In a loving embrace, never willing to let it go There she stood A soul so misunderstood The graveyard rose