The Frozen Rose

Thu, 02/06/2014 - 02:02 -- Marky19

There froze the frozen rose

Where heroes go to chosen lows.

As sleepy does doze in rows

The antler show just grows and grows


In deeper lies a hidden pond

Where cooler fawns will all abscond.

Full of laughs but not one bond,

Yearns one alone for one more fond.


A rose is carried by this deer

Who slowly brings it full of fear

But knowing that he must be clear 

On why on earth he's even here


But they ignore with quiet screams

Reminding him of old bad dreams.

Always unsure and so he deems

That nothing true is what it seems.


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