Such beauty I partake under
The rose's spell
As the moonlight captures the
Mesmorizing red of its petals.
Swirling colors arouse as the protective
Thorns below the delicate flower prick my palm
As the tears that fall and the blood that pours mixes
A lone coyote mourns in the distance and
I caress every petal in
Its own as the rain suddenly falls
And yet I am found
As I'm kneeling on the charcoal dirt
The rain falling around me
But not one drop upon my
Pale flesh is found.
And as they drag me to be kept in prison
'Til the next day I am hanged
I realize with great fascination
That, yes, it rains
Yet the moon still shines
Fuller and brighter than ever
On the night before death
And I meet.