There was a rose in a field of ghosts.
They circled around her, protecting from those who would do the most.
And God how I wanted to save her from this miserable place,
but she wouldn’t open up her petals for any friendly face.
Deeper and deeper into her trance I fell,
eventually summoning enough courage to cross the fields of hell.
Dodging and weaving spirits of old,
listening to whispers of stories untold.
I tried and tried until I finally got close,
only to be pricked by the thorniest Rose.