The Fallen Rose
Walking from the shdows of the broken hearts a women hold a single rose, he appoches the dark stone in her grasful movements like a ghost from the past. she looks into the dark shdaow below her. a single silver tears falls and is swallowed by the shadows. she steps forward falling into shadows and she too vanshes form sight. As lining flashes the stone ligts showing the ingraving of the headstone.
To this my fallen rose,
I give you peace once more.
Enter my eternal emrace my
fallen rose.
As the flash of lighting fade a siling rose falls on a old grave the women like the shadows fades with the dawn.
by caja