The scarlet rose
So beautiful and pronounced
Whose petals are glorified in the sun light
And the sweet aroma that emits
From the nector within it
Whose untouched by hatred
And never seen the wrath of strife
Sways slowly from side to side
In the warm breeze that blows
But unknown to this beauty
Is an unfortunate truth
That the life of the precious flower
Will soon be at an end
The birds in the sky fly away
While giving warning to the earth below
The sky becomes dark
The air no longer sweet
But filled with coal and smoke
Time seems to have moved faster
Impending doom draws nearer
The earth begins to rumble
And the sky opens
The raindrops fall to the floor
With more force each time
And in that moment appears the destroyer
Whose evil knows no bounds
Moves towards the rose
And with a quick action
Comes the death of the flower
No longer can it share its beauty
And will soo be a forgotten memory
