POETRY

Singed Rose

TW//

The tower stretched beyond the sparrow's eye

Bricked and bronze, it kist the sky

The men'd dragged a rose to its brim 

And her shrieks in their palms fade o'er grim 

For her heavy heart near silenced in vain 

'Twas a strip of her soul ere she wast slain 

The barbarians ript the cloth o'er ivory flesh 

Hands subdued for an action grotesque 

An angel wept as the dolor'd deed wast done

Not ere long, the men would run 

For the petals were torn until the stem bled 

Declined men down sandstone steps; so they fled 

Thine eyes saw as dawn had broke 

The rose atop the tower ne'er woke 

For heartstrings ripped and sandstone tinged red

Sepals below ripped petals wast singed dead

And naught heard her cried 'cept

Hands that strangled as she wept 

No hindrance on the breast of bad men 

Methinks Lucifer devised against their grain, a fold of ten