The Rose that rose from the

Dark proving the dark law wrong of it never becoming beautiful

And successful the Rose 🌹

That was whipped by rain

And winds it could almost

Shed a tear it let the Cold

Air hit its rays but Still

It stood still from

All angles waiting for an

Angel to come pick it up

And show it it’s worth

The one it Lost

The rose that suffered

That it had pricks

To protect itself from

The trolls that rolled it’s

Way the rose that suddenly turned from red to concrete

The heart once alive no longer

Lived the Rose was cold as

Iron but its struggles will forever reflect on the ground it grew long live the Rose with a heart of steel