RevengeA Poem by Fairytale
Revenge, a blood filled rose
Each day this deadly flower blooms, getting fed by the sorrowful hose The hose being the word, and the water the blows But each day the garden, with flowers grows The flowers are outside of the gate, being fed by the river With each new day, the gate began to shiver Eventually the gate broke, and the rose with its thorns The river, this flower it adorns The flower grew, its beauty caused the water in the hose to brew The hose shot, more than ever, but the flower it did not sever Instead, the hose itself began to dissever The hose disappeared for ever and ever All because the rose never took revenge Itself it did not need to avenge For its love fixed everything Revengeance did not get a chance to sting.
© 2019 FairytaleAuthor's Note
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