Refractions of a Broken Rose

Blood dripping slowly from its severed stem..
The arrow slices through the rose.
The rose is hidden behind a mask
Nobody asks:so nobody knows.

Blood stained leaves,
Swaying gently without a whisper.
The beauty of this rose is great.
The colour sharper,the texture crisper.

The Refractions of the Rose...
Crimson beams of a wounded word.
Darkness touching the roots so gently.
Never seen and never heard.

Spiralled stem of grace and elegance.
Sweeping length of secrets unknown.
Towering pillar of emerald brilliance.
Scarlet beauty rarely shown.

Blackened petals drifting slowly.
Floating toward the night.
The Refracted Rose is finally dying.
The Refracted Rose just lost its fight.