[Adallina]

I drew this to go with this poem I wrote for English:


My Rose- ©

In the ground here lies my Rose
Just as anything or anyone else does, I suppose
With red locks like the Florida sun
Here lies a loved one

I find a bush with blossoms full
Petals red as an Irish bull
Clip the thorns and lay in down
Here on the ground where she is found

Grasses brush against my knees
While I surge forth against the breeze
And here my life comes in all its glory
With eyes as black as an obsidian quarry

It leads me away from where my Rose lies
And I watch o’er years as my Rose dies
With petals cold she withers away,
Leaving behind a world now grey

The days pass and back, I find
That my Rose has left a message in kind
For where she once lived is now a new Rose
Just as pretty as she was, now arose

But where has my old Rose gone?
Where has her sunset ship cast on?
Is she in heaven, and should I weep,
Or, is she down there in a death shrouding sleep?

I can take not knowing no longer
I feel that when I’m with her I am stronger
I claw at the earth down to where she does lay
And find her casket filled with hay

But also I find that the hay’s not alone
For though I can see no grisly bone,
Now I do see that there lies a Rose
Covered in blood that is Hers I suppose

In the ground here lies my Rose
Just as anything or anyone else does, I suppose
With red locks like the Florida sun
Here lies a loved one- ©

[Adallina]

Thanks so much! Yeah I really love this poem so I drew something to go with it
It means a lot that someone likes it <(' '<)