Red the Rose (Poem)
Since i got back from Further Confusion almost a month ago, my poetry output has increased. I seem to have found my inspiration again. This is one of the first rhyming poems i have written in YEARS, so its good to be back in that rhythm, i always liked rhymes, even though many say it is passe.
This is for a friend of mine, a dragon. Neat to see two usually stereotyped species, dragon and human, being friends. Thanks for sticking with me!
Red the Rose
By Brett
Red, red, red the blood
Running down the rose.
Bouquets of candy- pink and white
In doilied mason jars repose.
Outside the hoary petals fall
Into the stony bottomed mere
And paint a picture on the lake,
Whitewashed by the dying year.
Sweet, divine and rapt'rous glee
A lilting dragon melody
My kind musician,
Take up, now, your instruments
And play a wondrous song for me.
So pipe a song about the fields
Or sunken roads within The Weald.
Thank you! O, my Valentine,
For the friendship that you gave to me.