Fool
Gaze upon the dead rose
So shall it be brown
Withered with time
Loss of fragrant Devine
None the less If touched
Ye will get pricked
Crimson drops of blood shall run
Given life for a second chance
Through the realms of time
As thee fairies dance
Translucent dresses
Spun round and round
She glows like a light
From a candle who refuses to burn out
Ye fool who may he be
With clouded vision
And an uncertain mind
Ignorant to all things around him
He with little faith
Shall have a little mind
By Joshua Lloyd
Copyright © Joshua Lloyd | Year Posted 2006
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