My rose in a glass

My rose in a glass, safe from harm’s way

My weary soul encased in your deep red soul.

Everyday your precious petals fall upon my shattered

Table and time decay your fragile petals.

You were the shining beacon of my lighthouse

That guided me during my stormy days.

You lit up the winding path with bandits upon the way

Vanquished them with your virtuous hues.

Your thunderous amora fills the air

Filling my life with everyday joy.

Now you wither in the depths of the night

Never to light up like the flashing stars across the pitch-black night.