burning rose poem

See the sky fill with ash and smoke,

running to where it was, see my rose burning through the night,

watching the air fill with black as they fill the air with ash...

i breath in the pain, the hate, the evil...

something come to me, speaking the words...

"Rose are like blood, they hurt, they grow, they fill your heart"

it speak more, as i looked down at the ash filling my knees,

"you child, can't stop my rain..."

looking up at the sky as it clears i was hit hard with the pain,

this pain moved down my legs to my feet...

looking down now see the rose pales fall to my feet