Ode to a Dying White Rose
Dying White Rose
A beautiful white rose
with petals so bright.
She clings to the ground
hoping for life.
She's short of air;
She can not breathe;
But she knows she's about to leave.
She fights off the five headed dragon
with her mighty sword,
hoping she'll make it.
It removes her from its grasp
in an attempt to heal its wound.
A beautiful white rose
still clinging to the ground,
as it watches its petals flying around.
Poor white rose,
her petals are not bright.
As the day darkens,
she lets life go.
Poor white rose,
You're drying out.
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