The seed is planted
A rose bud sprouts
Its caretaker builds a fence
To protect it in its weak state
Shelter.
Love.
Disaster.
The rose grows larger and grows
Animals claw and bite at its stem
The rose turns black and bleeds red
Blood to nutrients
Roots soak in acid
Burns down the fence
Black rose wilting
Face unknown a fisher of petals
Casts his hook into the lake of crimson
Guitar strings and notes keep the flower up
The killing cleaver unable to touch it anymore
"First you showed me no blade could harm me,
Then you cut me deeper than any blade ever could"
-Takezo Kensei (Adam Monroe)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment