Fell Into the Thorns

Soft, the petals of the rose
that fell into the thorns.
Sad, the love they used to share
that never was reborn.

Arching o'er the entranceway,
carved in stone, the symbol lay - inert.
Sealed within, a minor token.
Silent fuel powering the mind.

Recollected in the shadows,
all the memories went dead.
In the middle of the night,
their life was bled into the dream.

Magnificent in its composure.
Deep, dark red surrounding gold.
Soft, the petals of the rose,
that fell into the thorns...

? Michaelette ?

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