Destiny’s Rose

Destiny’s withering rose

Black from time

Fragile from age

Bitter from greed

I hold it in my hand

Blood drawn from the thorns

Red ambrosia flowing freely

Staining, remaining.

Petals drifting away

Towards the black abyss

Leaves wither up

And die

Fate laughs at it

Pity showering on it

Remorse not there

Just laughter

But in darkness

There must be light

In light there must be hope

Hope for a new beginning

Seeds of faith

Sprout anew

Another rose by the name

Destiny.

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