The Blue Rose

The garden flourished in the spring
Every rose of red and white
Love and purity, it’s colours sing
Each rose’s petal was a calming sight

The sun’s warmth and the roses growth
The love of red and innocent white
Unbeknown to future woe
Unbeknown of love’s poison bite

So the flowers thrived deep in bliss
It’s poisoned woes soon to bring
Deep regret of love’s first kiss
The waking pains, the poison’s sting

Between red and white in the garden’s midst
There hides a rose of vibrant blue
Far from reach within shrouds of mist
It sings of times, of falls now due

And the setting sun than fades away
Songs of love become an anguished scream
For the darkest clouds now come to stay
And love now lost is but our dreams

The darkest clouds let forth their pain
And as they wept the garden withered
No longer love nor innocence reigned
For the single rose of blue delivered

From red and white to deathly black
No longer love, no pure white
From black to stone the roses cracked
And all seemed lost upon a barren sight

But there it danced in the breeze
The bluest rose I’d ever seen
And as it sung of times to come
I danced to it with my heart so numb