The Rose

Fragrant like the air that surrounds

The life it holds within.

Sweeping out the force of nature

Breeding out the sin.

Hold tightly to the light inside you

Cry angrily over the loss.

Try to hold true to everything

While slowly letting go of the cross.

Nary a soldier stands in your defense

Yet you stay true to the course.

Defiantly walking a broken path

Refusing to ride a horse.

The rose he carries is a tragic reminder

A past he long forgot.

He took what he could of your heart

Left the rest of you to rot.