The Moon, the Stars and the Sun

The Cruel Romance

The Cruel Romance

Roses grew thorns
So that it can survive
In this cold bloody nature
Of the gruesome world

He walked and stumbled
When his caught the sight
Of a lone pretty flower
Goes by the name of rose

He went to her side
Wishing to pluck her out
With luck on his side
To go for his wife

Smiling with deception
The rose feared for inception
He reached out in action
And she quivered in motion

The prick torn his skin
As blood flow out in drips
He winced as he pulled her
From her genesis of roots

Shrill screams filled her lungs
For she was separated from the earth
He clenched his fist as he hold her
As a gift for his other half

What a painful life
To be the symbol of love
Each and every petals wilts
Onto the cold hard ground

He presented her to the wife
But the wife wanted no more
So he threw her away
Next to the wilted roses

Now she was awaiting
For her time to come
As she slowly die
Crushed and demolished

To be a sign of romance
Is no more than
The final death of her
In this cruel romance