The Iron Rose
Rooted deep in shifting sands,
Thorn-less beauty – Dead man's Land.
Standing tall in poisoned air.
Perpetual bloom – No one cares.
In desert heat – Comes Alive,
Don't need Love to Survive.
Beaten down – Monsoon Rain,
All petals shed, there is no Pain.
There comes no bird to pluck the seed,
Fruitless, Growing like a Need.
Glorious color – Purple and Black,
Never truly gone – Always grows back.
Moonlight kissed – Sleep through the Night,
Harsh Hallowed Sun – Hates the Sight.
In a Secret Place, no one goes,
Lives forever, the Iron Rose.
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