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The Black Rose

As I look down from my perch
I see the children laughing,
hiding their hidden fears and dreams.
Each one a puppet of a failing society
whose strings have become twisted and tangled.
They all wear a living mask of lies,
And I watch as they cry behind it.
Still I will watch as they wither
Like the petals of a week old rose
Whose duty as a symbol of affection fails
And the two whom it represents fade away.
I will watch as the petals fall to the dusty floor
Like so many lost loves and I will laugh,
For I am the thorns of that dying rose,
And as it dies I merely grow harder and sharper
And those who get too close will bleed.

The notes on this are too long to explain here. If you want an explanation, e-mail me and I'll be happy to explain.

If you wish to use this somewhere, all I ask is for an e-mail asking me first.
urbanreality Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2002
wow. Very good! I really like the line...

"They all wear a living mask of lies"

Great job!

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do. - Walter Bagehot
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