A world of shadow Of darkness paid The lives of thousands Often laid A flower alone Survives the test A blooming rose Beats all the rest Its color blue Its stem is black The petals curl And stone will crack Though life goes on At a steady pace Till someone comes by And wins the race Now blue is purple And black will stay Till life is fixed And death is payed
TheCrossedNova · Tue Aug 26, 2008 @ 12:01am · 0 Comments |