Poetry collection

the death of a rose

In the garden of shadows, where darkness grows,
A fragile beauty once bloomed, a crimson rose.
But now it withers, its petals fall like tears,
Death's icy touch claims all that was once held dear.
Once vibrant and alive, its scent filled the air,
Now a ghostly memory, lost in despair.
The thorns that once protected now pierce with pain,
As life fades away, only emptiness remains.
A symbol of love and passion turned to dust,
The death of a rose leaves hearts filled with mistrust.
For even in beauty's demise we find grief,
A reminder that all things must find their relief.