Poison Was Right

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.

-R.R.S.

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