The Roses
By Audrey S
Published 7 June 2022
The crimson petals tower over her troops
A mask of pure beauty that veils her crossed fingers behind her back
She keeps afloat in a world so deep
A sign of beauty that lightens the shadows
Her delicate blooms articulate her hierarchy
A rich, lustrous red that yells to the world "Here I am"
And there she is, standing taller than the trees that graze the sky with their leafy fingers
Making even the most sombre days find light
Yet underneath the serenity and desire, her frail edges fall
Into a vile valley of thorns that draw the lightness in and repel the darkness
Running, sprinting, sauntering until her last breath, yet no one can run forever
As she floats into the night sky, her petals twinkle softly with the stars