Canary Rose

Canary Rose

A Poem by L.M.B
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Even the purest can fall

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Feathers ablaze with the colors of day
Reds, oranges, and yellows where her colors lay
For no pain does the golden bird bear
Only her love for all to share
There she flies high above the Earth
The mere sight of her fills you with mirth
The Canary, Queen of Air
The songbird, a symbol of care. 

 
One day upon the ground
There was a red Rose that she found
The Rose, her heart jealous and bitter
Made her thorns full of hate and litter
Jealousy the cause of all her pain
Her hate for the Canary makes her petals blood-stain.

Poor bird doesn't see the thorn
The blood a mortal red, but the Rose doesn't mourn
The Rose's thorn the Canary's bone
Pierced her heart and made it stone
Pain and hate her blood turns fire
Down and Down she falls from spire
She descends farther and farther into the cold
Down and down her moral stole
Darker and darker, her blood is now froze
Falling from grace she is the Canary Rose.

© 2014 L.M.B


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Added on November 30, 2014
Last Updated on November 30, 2014
Tags: Colors, symbolism, darkness

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L.M.B
L.M.B

Chicago, IL



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