The Three Roses
A white rose
So pure and innocent
Content
As a human
Even so
Decaying
Under such innocence
A pink rose
Caught between
A tug-a-war game
Between light and dark
Peace and chaos
How long will it be
Before it snaps in two
A red rose
A demon
Of blood and pain
Tainted
Yet always sought after
Pricking and stabbing
Until death
These flowers
Filled with life
Sucking all the nutrients
Of your life
Chose one quick
Before they all
Wilt away