(A poem I wrote on a whim. --Neechi--)

Scars of the Bleeding Rose

Fresh scars like the bleeding rose

Tears as salty as the rain

And as clean as the newborn soul

Oh, but what wondrous thoughts this

World contains

Hiding in this dirt and filth

Buried in the past

We dig it up like greedy grave robbers

Searching for gold and treasure

Beneath the darkened skies and

Frosted ground

In the mists of humanity