Once in a world

Lacking of color

A rose stood out

Dark and red.

It stood in a forest

Of grays and blacks

And everyday it bled.

That dark tear of life

Fell to the ground

Black as the midnight sky.

It touched the floor

Of the lifeless woods

Slowly, not making a sound.

It seeped through

The roots and the weeds

That crimson vein did flow.

Under the earth

And faded days

That single rose

Does grow.