Blood Fills The Rose

Blood fills the Rose

Each petal is bathed in the warm mist

of the Fine Red showers.

The Fence post Remains, the blood stains,

Remains, but the day is past.

Lost in summers ago, who’s to know,

What goes when two lovers come together,

To be alone in a place forgotten,

To all except for God.

To laugh and play and please and taunt

Till one day there could be no more games

Until all the fun was gone,

It was a day that no one came.

All along the pleasure was pain.

Darkness surrounds the pleasure,

A feeling no one knows.

Each drop, the Red flows,

As the Blood fills the Rose.