The Sick Rose
In shadows deep, a rose did weep,Its crimson hue, a secret keep.Withered by the unseen blight,Under the cloak of endless night.No more to dance in daylight’s beam,Its petals droop in a silent scream.Infectious sorrow, spread so wide,A garden’s pride, now cast aside.Yet in decay, a beauty found,In every leaf that touched the ground.Even as its…