|Roses aren't always red
Author: Cyric Masamune PM
Have you ever lost your mind over someone? Then this is for you...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 265 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-01-04 - id: 1681791
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Roses aren't always Red
The red rose bush sat with all its thorns
Watching over the cloudy day.
The red petals felt to mourn,
Those that fell in the surprise fray.
The battle rage took him,
And drove him to the very brim
Of the strength he had within.
His blade fell fast upon his foes.
He heard not their pleas.
And he had stricken down, unleashing his woes,
Relieving his unholy needs.
His love they had killed,
And his heart was filled,
With a rage that did constantly build.
He stood there now,
The bodies all around
His body shaking, asking "How?"
But the rage was still and made now sound.
Then came the rain.
To cleanse the world for the sane
And hide that one human's bane.
And as the warrior walked away, he was cleansed of blood.
And as the bodies slid away, the land was cleansed of blood.
And as the flowers drank the rain, the red began to run.
The day's events rolled off the pocket,
And the flowers lost their blight.
The blood fell from the petals and onto a locket,
And then they flowers were white.
Just as his love had been taken away,
And the rage had come to him.
He chose the valley in which to stay
And sing his haunting hymn.
It's said that rain is pure
But no one knows for sure.
But it creates a heavenly cure,
That lets the soul run clean,
And forget all its pain.