Fogs and mist
Creeping from an everlasting gist
Reaches with ghastly claws
To where roses enroot with beauteous pose
Their mischievous aura lay
Blood red roses slowly fading away
Ashes replace the once gorgeous orchard
No soul survived nor a breath was left for an amateur bard
To illustrate, reflect it as a shining sun
One revived, strong with might
Full of shame, stripped from every right
No gems to spill...