Gothic Poetry

A single living rose

Among this garden full of woes

Hearts calling out

My love will abide

Remembering in my mind’s eye

The day we met

The day you died

Treading through this garden

All those years ago

A single rose you did pick

Vibrantly red against the snow

Sorrow

Sorrow

This memory does hold

A pure white background

Splashed with red

A single rose

You had fled

Life is coming to a close

For on that day

You lay beside the bleeding rose

 

-Tanya Petkau