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A rose bloomed.
With a beautiful shade of red.
The flower was doomed.
As it laid there on the bed.
The flower was waiting.
But it was to never show.
The rose was nothing but a painting.
It started to glow.
It took a few years.
The painting was drying.
It was made of blood, sweat, and tears.
Who knew it would be crying.
There was a ghost.
A blonde haired lady.
She was crying for who she loved the most.
Her story was shady.
She has a troubling past.
As she never went to the land of white.
Her life was crumbling fast.
She knew it wasn't a beautiful site.
Her past was dark.
It was full of blood and sadness.
It left her a mark.
That now gave her madness.
She fell.
Never to return.
As she died in a well.
Her body was put in an Urn.
She sees a rose in the door.
The rose made her day.
Her life was poor.
As there was nothing to pay.
The rose died.
It turned a saddening black.
The lady cried.
Wanting to go back.
A rose filled her heart of glass.
She was dressed in red.
Her dress was of poor class.
As she laid in the bed.
She turned into the rose of red.
The house burned down.
She laid on the bed.
In her flower crown.
The Rose was the only thing undamaged from the flame.
Her body was dressed in red in her crown.
They used to call her lame.
It used to make her down.
She smiled as she was a rose of red.
Her sadness began to melt.
Her mind now dead.
The beauty smiled at the emotions she never felt.
She ran and fell in a rose bush.
As she was no longer a ghost.
Sound was no longer a shush.
She remembered a lover she loved the most.
Her red dress no longer of lace.
The town saw this lady.
It was a beautiful place.
That was no longer shady.
She has a life now hers to owe.
She got up and took off the rose crown.
Her life is no longer low.
She no longer is down.
She no longer is in a loop never to end.
As she used to die on the same day.
Though reality she can't bend.
There was nothing to say.
Tears I am shedding.
They killed her.
I remember the wedding.
Even the slaughter.
I see a person on the ground.
They were being punched.
I cry without a sound.
I drink their blood and munched.
I hug them with tears.
Their outfit is blue.
My hands give them bloody smears.
My life is now true.
I told them what I done in the past.
I am being lean.
How long will I last?
Will everyone stop being mean?
Our hearts made of glass.
I see a rose of white.
We are now in the upper class.
I try not to bite.
The rose glows gold.
It was made of metal.
The color is bold.
There is a red flower petal.
After all the time we lost.
We know what would happen if I was full of madness.
I will protect you at all cost.
Even if it causes sadness.
You are the new rose of red.
We know you are the one of the petals.
A rose is on your bed.
Made of various metals.
