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The petals

Which were once a deep crimson

Blacken and wither

They fall

One by one

Until the bud

Is bare

Petals fallen

Bled to the ground

Like blackened teardrops

Streaming down



Crimson rose

Will you never cease

In your slow unrelenting death

Will you wither

Will you fall

Death becomes of you

Without the slightest word or sound



Sadness and sorrow

Futile redeption

Of pain and suffer

No love

nor warmth

Just the cold

The cold with no end



Another figment

Another symbol

Of love and passion

Dead

Dead without wake or mourn

Nor a single regression

Of saddness

Or eternal sorrow



Crimson rose

A death

The vanishing

Of a soul left to decay

Given a thread

Of false desire and hope



Now withered

Now lifeless and dead

Left to roam

Through a chilling breeze

Left to remain

But in an existance so scarce

Crimson rose