Idyllic hope

A white rose

 A white rose,

embellishing this filthy place, so pure and kind,

thine soul shines bright, hope, now on my mind

I find myself getting lost in this feeling 

dreaming of a miracle suddenly appearing

saving us from all this suffering we have here,

A vision, so blurry yet so clear

But now all hope has vanished away

As the rose starts sinking, no use in begging it to stay,

It’s too late, purity now replaced by mud, 

Slowly getting lost in the dark redness of blood.

The hope of an end

 She sank to the floor peacefully,

Picking up a flower from the ground,

Its innocent look, its peaceful smell that it surrounds,

The sun in an autumn tint of gold,

The warm wind carrying away, all the sorrow and painful cold,

Her flawless white dress fluttering in the process 

so perfect it’s almost a crime,

making her feel alive again, for one last time,

before her heart stopped beating 

leaving nothing but deadly silence behind,

her white dress turning blood red

as she sank to the floor peacefully

new hope now on her mind.  

Unknown

A rose,

Thine soul shines bright,

Embellishing the top of a grave.