The rose

In a bloody red world
A white rose is born...

Born in the sins of the
Wicked and consumed

Its pristine color
Contrasting with the desolate land"

Its lack of color attracting
All who want to desecrate it

Never to reach it
For its purity protects it

Where it will bloom
Forever unblemished

Spreading its light and roots
Hoping to purify the twisted and evil

Bending its vines and thorns
Out to reach all the desolate souls

Not fearing corruption
Not avoiding the dangers

Yet welcoming the challenge
To save a dying world all alone

To bring a new dawn
To restore the light of peace

Forever spreading its love and
Vanquishing all things malevolent