A
Sick Rose
Stanley
The rose, a vibrant piece of art
An inexorable agony grips her fragile
heart
Her soul is haunted by the mist of
destruction
Withered rose hit the ground,
annihilation.
The petals were tainted with scarlet
streaks
As she stumbles into the dark, the smell
of death reeks
Now, in the deep, obscure chasm of
anguish
A fire devoured her and in
bleak air her so
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