THE ROSE III

The rose
A crimson guardian of love and beauty
A warrior of death and eternity
Whispers secrets into the night.
Its veins filled with magic,
Sparkling beneath the moonlight.
Shivering in the wind,
Dancing in the sun the
Rose sends its glory to the
Dead and the living.
Lost souls come to
Dwell within its petals.
Dew forms crystals upon its
Thorns and drips like
Blood to the earth.
Its leaves are hidden, but
Its radiance glows with
Superior power,
Enticing them, drawing
The dying souls into its body for
Eternity.