A Sick and Dying Rose

A poem about a dying rose

A Sick and Dying Rose

O, rose once tall with crimson love
Now sick and black with grief
Your stem is bare and up above
Torn, tattered hangs each leaf

For in the brewing mid of night
Through blister of love's storm
Through petals ate its way inside
Love's most horrendous worm

A scourge to feed on your blood's pour
And hide within your joy
Your flesh, your heart, your beating core
Most sharp his teeth destroy

Your life, deprive you of your love
Rule, once you stood of might
Before o rose came from above
With bolt love's parasite

In thunderous depths from where he slept
He's woken from his lair
Upon your breast, dear rose, he crept
Your petals, soft and fair

To feed on your blood once and then
Leave in search new a rose
This leech who fed, yet will again
Like love that comes and goes…