August 9th 2011

Here is a poem I wrote in 2004….

The Black Rose

In a field far away from all we know, a war begins once a flower grows

Twice upon a time this tale of mice and men, displays the tensions up in the lion’s den.

This flower however, affects the weather, makes desperate men go to desperate measures

Beauty brings upon suffering long, kill the next man just to prove you’re strong.

The flower will eventually wither away, the bloodshed will leave enough dead to this day,

When the flower’s in bloom, there’s no room for 2 soldiers,

One will be left in the field, One will grow older.