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I can see it rage across the sky

a thousand hurried heartbeat's

as thousand's wonder why

what became of the white rose still basking in the light?

as dark it's become and day has gone

she is entombed in everlasting life

somewhere in the cellar of encyrption

is foretold a second coming of thee

spirit's rise above the soul's to weary as they lie to die

as it mystifies a world

that never listend to it's magical cry



she's a queen, a Goddess

not flesh but love embraced by time

an entiity of spirit, a destiny of charm's

now resting awakened by mystic chime's

what became of the white rose?

whatever became of her?



she is protected and kept apart

but bound by the chain's that love her

so what became of her?

through the age's we fall but

summoned the spell's that keep her standing tall

a thousand year's of revolution

a thousand year's of sorrow

do not confine

this white rose

quite content on revived tomorrow's

it fester's and bleed's

this unholy lust

but alway's pure in spirit

it wines and dines

so if you ever wonder what happend to this white rose

just gaze into these dark eye's of mine...



- J.marie
*For my Grandmother
and our love of roses...